Then they had attacked in force. Their weapons had laid waste to our cities and towns. My wife and son had been amongst the first casualties in this l...ng long war. We were driven underground. I was chosen for my skill in combat as one of the Ten Thousand. I was chosen because I wanted the same as the others. To kill every last one of Mankind who walked our Earth now. The Prophecy had been clear, though. We would not kill Mankind. Mankind must kill itself. We would kill key figures in Mankind's. Ek din main mom ki chudai kar rha tha rat ko mom k bedroom main hum ny andar sy kundi lagai hoi thi or bohat mazy sy chudai kar rhy thy main ny mom sy kaha ka mom Nazia bi jawan hi our vo dekh bi sakti hy dosto meri sister ka name Nazia h or hum usy Naaz keh kar pukarty hian Lun mom ki puddi k andar tha main lun andar bahar kar rha tha mom meri bat sun kar thora muskrai our kehti k nhi usy kuch pata ni chaly gyMain ny kahan nhi mom naaz ab bohat jawan ho gai or ur bohat hot bi hi us ko pata. We wasted precious little time with mundane distractions from our real intent for each other.Let me describe for you a typical reuniting. First there would be the restudy of each others features with long languid appraisals of approval. This was immediately followed by broad smiles, gleaming eyes, and heady sighs. Close on the heels of these eye baths, we reacquainted our melding bodies as we soaked in each others long warm embrace. Intimate quiet affections would be infused seductively into. She stood and stepped closer to the mirror. The fabric was thin and white and the brown aureoles of her breasts were plainly visible through the cloth. Her erect nipples called attention to themselves as well. As she stood there admiring herself, Sarah couldn't believe what she was considering. She twirled in front of the mirror, slowly at first, then faster as she watched the hem of the dress ride higher. When she could see her pussy plainly on display, she stopped, grabbed her purse and shoes.