. . so I got brave and told her she has a great chest and her hour glass waist was perfect with her nicely rounded bottom. Again silence . . . but my ...eart was pounding and my cock was swelling sitting there talking with her knowing full well how she looks naked. We didn’t speak again . . . she moved across the table to the chair next to mine and kind of snuggled up a bit. I could see her chest heaving and feel the warmth from her body. I got brave again and leaned over and cupped one of her. - ‘please I don’t want baby’Par ratul.Kaha shunneWala tha. Usne ekjor ka jhatka mara .. Adha lund ghus gaya. Fir ek dhakka mara.. Ab mom ki chikh nehi ankh se asu bhi nikal gayi..Ratul bola -‘chup saali.. Apni pati se chudwake joaza payi hai aj dugna mile gi.. Aaaaahh..’ phir ratul ne apna speed bara diya.. Sara room thap thap k awaz se gunj raga tha.. Ajay ne bola tu marle pahele main bahar hu..Ratul mom ko bed pe leta kar karbi 1ghanta choda. Fir apna maal chut pe chor kar bola .. ‘ajay aaah. But as the wine kicked in she eventually ignored a sagging strap. As Donna reached down to toss a new log on the fire, a chocolate brown areola peaked out at me from beneath her flimsy camisole, and as she leaned over to refill my glass with wine I could look all the way down its hanging neckline past her small breasts to the crotch of her blue bikini panties. I know this sounds pretty romantic, me alone in a desert canyon getting drunk on wine with two female rangers in their early twenties. It reminded me of a column of ants on the prowl.We waited in a small chamber with several tunnels branching from it. Each of us lurked in a tunnel entrance, waiting for the first enemy to appear. We were not apprehensive as we waited because we were so sure that we had the superior fighting ability. If anything, we were bored, since we couldn't talk to each other while in wolf form.Finally they came. We let as many into the small chamber as would fit and still leave us operating room. Our plan.