Nirmala: Saale ye kya aag laga di. Paseene ki jagah to shareer ka dhua hi uda diya.Maine chup-chaap chut ke andar jeebh ghusa kar chaat-te hue chooste...hue jhilly ko choosa aur chut ki clit yani ki jo matar ke daane ke jaisa hota hai, usko choosne laga. Chut geeli ho gayi aurNirmala ne kaha-Nirmala: Ab meri chudai kon karega? Tere sir to to beemar hai, aur tera lulli se meri pyas bhujegi nahi. Raat hi kharaab hogi. To ab kya karu?Me: Bhabhi maine aag lagayi hai, bujhaunga bhi main hi.Ye kehte. It also initiated the most achingly stiff hard-on he’d ever experienced. It was chrome steel, polished and pointing.“Jesus God,” he moaned, writhing on his spike. “Please let someone fuck me tonight.” By someone, of course, he meant Charles, standing in for Dennis, who Henry had offered himself to countless times in his dreams. Charles, though ... who in his right mind would pass up fucking a tight rear end offered free of charge, he wondered. Boy’s, or no. Henry just couldn’t fathom that.He. They would skip up to me and finger my dick thoughtfully before stepping back and saying coquettishly “Well let’s see if we can liven him up some!” They’d slowly strip off the bikini parts, pinching nipples and fingering themselves in interesting places. On instructions from Angel, they would then kneel down at the end of the chaise longue, and get down to a good tasting of my cock and balls. Angel would give precise instructions … “Lick the underside of the shaft — No! The underside… Yes.. Interviews with politicians were uninformative, that is, even more uninformative than usual. None of them had any opinion on anything. Vids of the naval bases and command centres were devoid of activity.Without taking a position, the Intel Committee floated the peaceful disintegration of the Harbourian hegemony which produced sceptical looks from the listeners with the reply of shrugged shoulders.Sir Henry got permission to use additional U40s now that the missile crisis was resolved. He forgot.