Kad yeh mera beta na hota or mera pati hotaMe : mom yeh lund tumhara hi hai, tum isse jab chaho chudva sakti hoMom: lekin tunhare papaMe: mom ghar mai... sab jante hai or sabne muje help ki hai or mere papa ko bhi maine pata liya haiMom : (meri gand pe chata marte hue) ha dikh rha hai kese pataya ,apni gand marvakeMe : ha voh story bad main batata hun pehle sangeeta ki bat to sun loMom: arre ha tum bolo tab tak rahul ka lund fir se khada ho jayega or tum chus sakongiSang :( khus hoke) ha to baba. It’s pretty advanced genetics anyway, as you can see from Rex here.” Minge’s forehead creased and he emitted a sharp whistle. The rustling which had been fading, started to get louder. Lizzie found that she barely flinched as Rex appeared above the bushes, tasted the air currents and immediately disappeared into the foliage on the other side of the track. “What about Richard and his Uncle, Thunderthighs wasn’t it, what’s their story? And where does that name come from?” “Fairfax is a family. Interesting. Tom then searched on ‘mind control rings’, ‘mental powers’, ‘Browne, Holt, Banks and Simmons’, and ‘signs of mental instability on 21st birthday’. Of the searches he performed, only the search on the UK law firm had any useful information. Browne, Holt, Banks and Simmons was a well-respected firm, founded in the 19th century, and specializing in business law, estate law, international law, and negotiation and conflict resolution. According to what scant records Tom was able to find. There was an instant, intense and unbridled attraction between us and we had performed for each other. Me stroking myself. I watched Katie’s eyes staring at my cock, watching the precum drip from it’s tip. My eyes locked on her circling fingers, sliding over her swollen clit. We had exploded together and then talked into the small hours. We came together at least twice more. Katie was with a group of friends. Drink in hand she was obviously having a good time. Laughing, she tipped her head.