That was the best smooch of my life uski tongue mujhe mein aur main us mein thee, usne hothon ko jee bhar ke choosa aur saath satah wou meri gaand ko ...hi feel kar raha thaa aadhe ghate tak hum dono chalu rahe, kuch dil ko rahat mili…peeche ki seat pe main, rahul aur ajay baithe the. fir hum logon ka baatein suru hui, ajay bola ki aaj tou kaatil lag rahi ho me: thanks.. Ajay : waise gulabi panty se jyada gulaabi tou tumhaari gaand hi hai.Mein sharma gaye(yeh sab baatein common the hamare beech).. The rustling never stopped Mark noted."Why can't they make this more quiet?" Mark asked as he stepped out of his jeans."Well, for one thing this is taffeta honey and most taffetas rustle. For another thing this is something we sort of enjoy. A kind of spotlight if you will. Feeds a little into our senses when we're feeling pretty." Mark's mother said smiling apologetically as she added, "It's a girl thing."Mark was silent as he lifted his tee shirt off laying it now with his jeans."Life your. “Ha!” he exclaimed. “I don’t do fantasies. I’ve been in this game too long. I learned a long time ago that they’re better kept than fulfilled.” “Very wise,” Lazarus smiled. “But not indulging them is very different to not having them. Come on,” he nodded conspiratorially, “just between you and me; two men talking. We all have a fantasy. Mine for instance is a beautiful young woman I see occasionally in the park. She knits, very nearly a lost art these days, don’t you think. In my fantasy, she’s. Wo boli: Ha mere raja bhaiya tujse tere ma shital ko jaroor chudvaungi pahle meri aag shant karde pls or dusri saheliya bhi chudvaungi pls ab muje chodDo or aisa bolke usne mera lund niche hath dalke pakad k uske chhed pe rakh diay or boli dhakka laga ab wo bhi pahli bar hi thi to uski tight chut me lund ghusa nahi or fisal k bahr nikal gayi usne fir se use hole k upar rakha or meri gand ko pakad k muje khinchne lagi or mene bhi ab thoda or jor lagaya to lund fach se 1 inch jitna uski chut me.