.”Jaise hi uski jeebh nei meri choot ko chua meri choot nei raas ki dhar chhod di. Meine uska sar apni jhango mei fansa liya aur gaand uchchal uchch...l kar apni choot use chatvane lagi. Bs do hi min mei mein jhadne lagi.Tab wo mere samne khada ho gya aur meri choot par apna lund tika kar ek hi jhatke mei apna lund meri choot mei pale diya.Mein chilla padi, ‘kya kar rha hai madarchod…. fadega kya meri…. pyar se maar haramjade…….. tere liye hi khol kar padi hu apni…... "If you'd like I'll order for you?" Oh sorry?" murmured Julian, shaking from his little semi-trance, nownoticing the waiter placing down some drinks.He had no idea what Ricardo was saying as he spoke in French to thewaiter as he scribbled down a series of things and nodded beforeleaving their table."You speak French?" asked Julian surprised. "Did you just order?" Yes my dear," said Ricardo before sipping his wine. "I speak sixlanguages, and I knew you must be famished. I ordered a series. The kiss lasted longer than anyone the two had ever had and hands were far from stationary. Jake had one hand on her left breast, flicking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The other hand was down the back of her pants, grabbing her ass firmly. Jenna had both her hands on his cock and she started to slowly stroke it up and down.She broke the kiss and embrace. Jenna ripped off her top and dropped her shorts. White tan lines made a visible print of the shape of her bikini. She dropped. I had grown my hair long. We had taken a bikini top and filled the cups with liquid insulating foam to fill the cups and I would put that on to go outside. Once the foam set, it looked enough like skin from a distance. I didn't have much hair on my body so that was not a problem.I had been letting my hair grow long since the disease had struck. There were no barbers any more and I obviously could not go to a unisex barbershop. There were volunteers here, but I was happy the way I was. There was.