Dusrya divshi sakali ektach aslyamule mi sakali ushira mhanje 9.30 la uthalo ani brush karat baher aalo tar shejari balkanit aswini aunty kapade walat...ghalat hoti, mala pahun tine smile dili ani vicharle khup ushira uthalas ? Mi mhanalo ektach aahe, kahi kamhi nahi mhanun uthalo ushira, tar ti mhanali, tuza awarlyawar mala market madun bhaji detos aanun ? Mi ho mhatle v aawrun marketla jaun bhaji ghevun aalo, thichya gharacha dar lotlela hota, nehami jana yena aslyamule me saral kitchen made. They returned during the first song, which Kelly was singing along with, loudly. She winked at me and licked her lips. They’d found a secluded spot behind things and Kelly went down on Haresh. Under the beach towel, he had told her that he was close to ejaculating. Kelly told him, “not here” and off they went. Kelly considers hand jobs a bit of a waste, considering she has a mouth and a pussy.Haresh’s cock was uncut, of course, and about five and a half inches. Kelly could get him far enough in. It had two massive wardrobes, two three quarter size beds, other bits of furniture and a decent size en suite bathroom complete with bath and over-bath shower. I’d also been in touch with my new room mate thanks to the university’s “buddy” system. Her name was Jennifer. “I hate that name, please call me Jen,” she said the first time we spoke on the phone. Her voice was slightly upper class and I detected possibly a public school education. “That’s okay, I hate Samantha, please call me Sam.” She. The hotel was nice and had a restaurant where I ate dinner and a small bar with a nice selection of Scotch. I considered calling for an escort but decided against it in the end.The next morning, I punched in the address of the first house into the GPS and left to meet the realtor. This one was the one that we were the most interested in, in fact we’d pretty much decided to buy it. Pulling up into the drive I already knew that this was going to be the home that we’d spend the rest of our lives.