Me – hhmm…to tere is sexy figure ka ye raaz hai? (aankh marte hue puchi)Nidhi – didi aap bhi maje lena chalu kar do fir dekho aapka bhi figure k...ise mast maintan ho jata hai (meri kamar me haath dalke batane lagi) dekho apne aap ko mirror me, kesa haal bana rakha hai apne apna, har jaga se dhili padti jar ahi ho aap (mere badan ko sehlate hue boli wo)Me – ab tuje kya batau Chetan dhyan hi kaha dete hai is badan par to dhila to hoga hi naNidhi – koi bat nahi didi Chetan bhaiya dhan nahi dete to. More moans escaped her lips, as she leant back against the headboard. “God, this is so hot!” Cooed Scott. “You’re getting really into it, you little exhibitionist.” He stopped tugging his dick and stood up next to the window. “Come over here and suck my dick baby.” He ordered. Claire froze, looking from him to the window and back again, “But what about... I mean... By the window??” Scott stood there, in all his glory and just shrugged. “Come on, you little minx. You know you want to!” . Com as many of these are state of the art, and would make mine pale by comparison. Back in the early 90s i placed several ads in different adult magazines asking for anyone that would be interested in building what i call a virtual reality fucking machine, in that it would start out by the girl, who would want to use the machine, she would go on line fill out a questionnaire detailing her innermost sexual fantasy, and that she would further be interviewed and have a health physical to determine. She is dressed in a hip-hugging plaid skirt that comes to about mid-thigh. A yellow v-neck sweater hugs her upper body like a glove. Brown penny loafers and a pink headband complete the outfit.As she sees you, she smiles and stands up; her chest pushed forward nicely. Damn, you gotta love good posture.As she speaks, you're snapped out of your daze."Hello, you must be Mister Doe from the paper," she says, smiling."Yes, but you can call me, John if you'd like," you reply."Nice to meet you, sir".