Aur vikky akriti ka” ruchi sar neeche karke boli.“Mujhe pata nhi tha mere ghar me 5 randiyan h. Ek saali apne khasam se bhi khush nhi aur ye doosr... to abhi 18 ki h”“Mummy randi mat bolo” sunita rote huye boli.Aunty khade hoke aayi aur use choti se pakad liya “Ek raat me do do land leke baithi h aur randi nhi h.” uske thik bagal me mohit khada tha aur aunty ne achanak mohit ka land pakad liya. “Aisa kya h isme jo ye sab chuddakad ho gayi” aunty ne aisa kiya ye dekhke paancho hairan reh gayi.. Understand?"She nodded. "Of course. But if you take away the tool, isn't that the same bottom line?" No, ma'am! Is that the only tool he has, the only gun? You waste a shot on the weapon you see, he dives quick for cover and pulls out the one you didn't see and there you are, gunfight at the OK corral and you've lost your element of surprise, your edge. Take out the enemy, not just the weapon he shows you, that's the right way." Enemies can become friends, Sarge," she said, unwilling to give. So let me just do it."Mum turned and and moved her hand down to my hard young cock. It throbbed in her hand, and she eagerly felt it up and down. She knelt down and began sucking on it. I was a virgin, and had never had any kind of sexual contact with a girl before. So I had to keep my knees from buckling as my mum sucked me off.It felt so good, I grabbed her head and began guiding her on and off my cock. She moaned as I fondled her tits, until I couldn't take it anymore and I grunted heavily.. Whatever was said, the Asian girl's behaviour changed completely, shegushed and simpered at the man : the two faced little bitch obviouslyknew how to play the market and taking my arm, to my total surprise, leadme away from the table and out through the wide doors at the other end ofthe room.We passed on though another huge room full of cream coloured leatherbanquettes, one wall of which was one huge window with a spectacular viewout over white cliff tops and the deep blue sea sparkling beyond..