But still Audrey continued. I looked at her and her upper legs were pressed together as she hunched slightly forward. I sniffed… there was something...�� what was that. I saw a glistening just below Audrey’s short skirt, a wetness on the inside of her leg. I realized that other girls were also breathing funny, no not funny, but with short gasps that were often associated with…. with… Oh my God, arousal! I looked around and noticed that it wasn’t just the girls that were breathing differently.. Maine us ko Dhaka mara or apna lund us ke chut k muu pe rakha or us k upar let gya…or lip lock kar leye…or ek jor se Dhaka mara…or adha lund us ke chut mai chala gya…..or vo jor se thrapne lage or mai halke halka Dhaka marne laga….us ke akho se assu aa rahe the mai rok gya 2 min jab vo shant hue to maine fir se lund us k chut pe rakha lips pe lips rakh k jor se press karne laga or us ka muu pura khul gya…..or mai ab nahe ruka or jor se Dhaka marne lga muje yaad aya k es ke chut se blood niklane. Mmmmmmm my friend pops me on the head from over the seat "stop being a perv, now let's go I wanna see this performance i hear is really good' she said as she pulls up and parks. We go about our way grab a few snacks over and make our way to the seat very good seats must confess center row about 8 lanes down any closer and we will be near the stage. "pretty cool' i say as i find my seat. My friend follows me overlooking around already eyeing her 3 or 4 glass of wine. What can i say my friend. The only thing that was really clear was that they were taking horrifying casualties, most in the anti-tank trenches where the ground troops were trying to assemble or on the advance from those trenches forward."From what I understand," he told General Browning, pointing to a schematic of the Eden area on his computer screen, "we've pushed through and forced the Martians out of their pillbox positions in six different places on the line. Here, here, here, here, here, and here. You'll notice,.