Main – didi aapka bf haiDidi – tha par breakup ho gayaMain – abDidi – koi or mila nahi abhi takMain – apaka bf bahut lucky hogaDidi – kyo?...ain – ap bahut sundar ho isliyeDidi – sirf sundar?Main – nahi ap hot & sexy bhi hoDidi – aaj bahut pyar aa raha hai apani didi parDidi or main ek saath hi sote hai raat ko didi lower pahan k soti hai raat meri ankh kholi to dekha didi meri taraf muh karke soyi hui hai or unke boobs dikh rahe the maine apana heath unke boobs par rakh diya meri gand fat rahi. The whole weekend had started on Friday night with the arrival of most of the girls that she'd invited. Marie knew the entertainment media would go totally apeshit if they had any idea of the women there with Marie and of the sexual games and other activities they hotly participated in. There were several big name female actresses and media journalists involved sexually with Marie and she knew if anyone had caught so much as a whiff of the babes she actively played with the scandal would rock. I smiled at him as I ran my hand slowly up the inside of my thigh and began to rub my clit. Just the fact that he was watching me turned me on more. I continued to rub my now wet pussy, a little faster with each stroke. I took my other hand and began rubbing my breast. I was getting wetter by the minute. “Use the toy.” he said as he walked towards me. He stopped at the end of my bed and took his shirt off, revealing his tattooed six pack and his guns. There was just something about those tats. ‘Go on,’ said the man. Waving his hand dismissively at Keme. ‘A flower. Preferably something small enough to take inside.’ Then he again focused on Zoa. ‘Where is your bow?’ Zoa clapped the sheath connected to her upper thigh. ‘Oh, I thought that was some sort of sword,’ commented the man. ‘It’s a bow from the far west,’ said Zoa. ‘They’re flat and small. Harder to use, but easier to travel with.’ ‘She mentioned that you were as good with a bow as a moth,’ said the man. ‘She might want to see.