Bari achhi hai aur mast bhi….ky atum us emere liye taiyar kar sakti ho..phir hum tum uar riyatino karenge mast mast mastineha: nahi devarji wo abhi ...uwari haime: soch lo bhabhi ….bari masti aayegi sach meineha: lekin tumh uske sath shadi karni paregime: wo tumhari chut chategi mai uski chut chodunga……phir jab mai tumhari chut chodunga wo tumhari chuchi maslegibolo kasia rahega ye ideasadi na baba na mai nahi bandh sakta tumhari tarah abhi to hamen masti karni haibolo kya ye shirt manjoor hai. He lays a towel on the lawn and tells me to lay down on it, on my stomach. He gently starts to massage my back. I feel his hands move all over my back and his lips as well, kissing every inch of my body. First my shoulders, my lower back and then my legs. Now on every stroke his hands move higher up the inside of my thigh, so I spread my legs. He starts to massage my buttocks now and spreads them. He kisses my ass and then starts to lick around my asshole, making smaller and smaller circles. Redford’s personal security operative, impassive as ever, registered no discernible emotion. The man stood somewhere over six foot tall, athletically built and malevolently handsome with a permanently furrowed line of a brow and glinting black obsidian for eyes. In his light assault vest and ship-board armour over black fatigues, he cut a menacing figure. Redford didn’t entirely agree with the Coalition’s decision to allow civilians onto The Gatehouse while military personnel had remained. But as luck would have it my aunt was due home soon and i did not want her to catch me doing this. I put it all way and went to watch tv thinking about what i had seen. I thought about it all night long knowing the next day i would snoop again. Well that morning i had some things to do and was gone from the house. A good work out at the gym and a long run in the hot sun i was ready to come home and take a nice shower and clean up some. I showered and shaved my legs and for the first time i.