Appudu nemmadiga na nalukatho thana rendu pedala gap lo petti open cheyyataniki try chesanu. Thanu kuda naaku sahakaristhu pedaalu terichindi. Inka ne...madiga daani naaluka chivarini naa naaluka chivaritho andukunna.Thanu kuda tattukoleka naluka mottham bayata pettindi.Nenu daani face ki 90 degrees angle lo na face ni petti mottham daani nulukani nemmadiga kulfi cheekinattu cheekutunna.Ee process ila jarugutundaga naku oka tuntari alochana vachindi. Entante “Edurintlo unna madhuni” kuda. "Jacques merely grunted. The bartender, who had stopped to wash glasses at the sink in front of Jacques' position at the bar, chuckled. "They're regulars. We call 'em table-hangers -- or booth-flies." Why?" Jacques asked."They're in here almost every night," the bartender related. "They'll get a salad and they'll sit there, taking up space until closing, hoping there will be a pickup." He shook his head. "We had one three months ago, and they were all here -- fat lot of good it did them." No. "Another late night shift?" Lauren finally lets that deep, mellowing voice fill my ears as I nod, unable to respond verbally. "Your incompetence to complete your job requirements during the day is costing the company money, Natalie." My hand moves from my desk down slowly to the brim of my underwear, itching to descend into my already drenching pussy as her voice continues. "Do you hear me, Natalie?" I manage to answer through a soft whisper, "Yes." The smell of Chanel No. 19 clinging onto that. She actually put up a damn good fight, though I eventually succeeded in ripping all her clothing off. Then it was just a matter of time before I penetrated her virgin cunt. She gasped and sobbed as she tried to fend me off, but then, God Bless the Woman, her mother Bridget came to my assistance."Don't resist," dear, "she gently advised her daughter, "this is the way we prove our femininity." With those words, she grabbed the girl's wrists, allowing me to easily pry her unwilling legs open.I.