“I expect you’ve been on the dog all day, no doubt,” he said conversationally.“The ... dog?” asked April quizzically, putting down her glass...“Dog and bone. Cockney rhyming slang,” answered Bernie.April just arched an eyebrow at him. She’d found this worked well to get explanations when the language let her down.“There’s this church, right? In east London. In Bow. Bromley by Bow, in fact. Anyway, it has this big old bell in it. When they ring the bell, if you were born in within hearing distance. But yours were like running into a mountain full tilt," she asked in an amazed voice."They were my own personal wards. All of the O'Connells have personal wards and general wards. Each one's personal wards are a bit different, but all of our wards are difficult to penetrate. The personal wards are the most difficult, and I don't know of an instance when any of them have ever been penetrated," I told her."Are we still having class this afternoon?" Alisha asked following that."Do you think it. Wahi hua dosto ne mere or bhabi ko dance floor pe kheech liya.Me or bhabi dance floor pe “Tum hi ho” song pen ach rahe the.dheere dheere mene unki kamar me hath dala hua tha or dusre hath se unki bazu ko ragadne laga.Wo enjoy karahi thi.Mene unko kamar ko bhi pyar se sehlaya or close pakad lia dance karte huye unke boobs meri chest se touch ho rahe the.Unke perfume or pasine ki mix khusboo mera man moh rahi thi.Mera hath jo kamar pe tha ab unki gand pe tha.Or halke sehla raha tha.Mere se raha. He smiled, and asked, “What are gonna do?”“I gonna lick your pussy, Napoleon,” I said.He laughed, rolled over, and took a gulp from his beer. He said, “First time for everything, I guess.”I spread his cheeks with my greasy hands and held them open so I his brown-skinned pucker. I put my stubbled face inside his crack, and slid my tongue into him. I spit on his sphincter and pushed it in with my tongue.“Aw fuck, man!” he yelped. “That is so fucking hot!”I spent the next 20 minutes or so chowing.