Tushaar: Galat mat samajhna, par sex ke upar bhi baate hoti hai.Main jhooti sharam muh par lakar apne haato se muh chupati hui boli: Sex par?Tushaar: ...aan… pati-patni ke beech to ye sadharan hai.Main: Par mere pati uspar utni dilchasbi nahi dikhate.Tushaar: Ohh… banda kafi alag hai matlab.Main: Hmmm.Tushaar kuch der papero ko dekhta raha. Shayad use pata nahi tha ki ab baat aage kaise badaani hai to mujhe hi pahal karni padi.Main boli: Waise… ek baat poochu?Tushaar: Haan kyu nahi, poocho.Main. ’ You kiss me back and walk to the bathroom to wash up, stretching your back and rolling your shoulders a little to relieve the tension- it had been a long day. When you get back to the kitchen, I’m singing off-key along to a song on the radio, making you smile. You grab hold of my hand and twirl me into your arms, kissing me gently on the lips and holding me close. My eyes flutter closed as your full lips brush against mine and you step forward, slowly moving me so my back is against the. She spread her legs “her asshole eat the creampie”.For the next two hours all four guys fucked her, finally around 4 Lou told everyone they had to go Jill was disappointed but understood. Forty minutes later Hector and Edgar were dropped off Terry and Lou were alone in the car.Lou looked at Terry, “man this thing is out of control”. Terry looked at him “why would you say that”? “Well let’s see, Jill is a nympho domiatrix, my mom is a white cock nympho cum dumpster, your mom is a black cock cum. Although born in France ... his mother was shipped home immediately upon her discovery of 'expectations' ... Trois (Charles the Third) was all things Vietnamese.He spoke the language, played with the children of the city and married a girl of French and Vietnamese parentage ... much to his fathers dismay. Emilie was beautiful ... spectacularly so...Parental displeasure aside, life proceeds, as life must, and an 'interesting' event occurred. Trois was proud ... Emilie was proud.Rather than.