Ta pare bhai tala ku khasi bhauja nka jangha ku cheterei bia ku chati baku lagile. bhaujanku bahut maza lagu thaye segote hatare bhainka mundaku dhari...bia re madu thanti au gote hata tanka dudha bhundi ku jor re dalu thani. hatath bhai bhaujaka bia ku dantare ragadi dele bhauja chilei uthile aaaaaaaaaaaa momyyyyyyyy sudhiiiiiiiii tame bia ku kamudi ki khai daba nakana. na khai rahi paru ni mo munda ku tama bia bhitare purei daba ku chahu chi. kahi bia ku dui hata re osara kari pati purei jor re. ? Jill wasn’t going to ease up on her playful mood. The feudal palace was beyond elegant and very exotic to Westerners. Jill started up the stairs leaving her husband to follow, hoping her long legs were giving him a good show. The bell boy ran around and opened the door for her. She entered followed by Anton. Anton finally caught up and kissed her softly on the cheek. As Jill hung back and saw her luggage head to the elevator Anton checked in. More bows from reception and they were. Your mind having trouble concentrating on anything more than the warm erotic feeling growing within you. Watching his naked body, you feel your hands moving about you, nervously touching yourself not sexually but almost like in response to the erotic tingle it feels. You wonder is he thinking about you, does he ache for you like you do for him. You decide to see if he is watching you, by brushing your silk robe open exposing yourself slightly. Touching your skin and closing it, spreading. Helen, looking as gorgeous as I recalled her, beamed at me and usheredme to a seat in her office. We sat across from each other in easychairs with no desk in between; how on earth was I going to be able toavoid sneaking a look at her black nylon-covered legs and heels? Itold myself to concentrate on her eyes and the questions. "I must notlook at her tits; I must not look at her legs; I must not look at herheels..."As an afterthought she got up and leaned over her desk to pluck anorganisation.