Main iss ka bahut bada fan hoon .main ek middle class family se belong karta hoon.aur aaj main apke samne apni ek sachi story pais karney ja raha hoon....yehe meri pehli story hai asha karta hoon ki apko pasand aayege.Yeh story aaj se teen saal purani hai .hamari family main mere mammy -papa,hum bhai behen aur merey dadi rehti hai.ush samay mere exam chal rahey tey.aur ghar ke sabhi logo ko mere mama ke ladke ki shadi main jana tha.ishliye mammy ne meri cousin sister ko bula liya dadi ki dekhbhal. I know because I sometimes slip in for a blanc sec. This particular Tuesday was no exception with myself behind the bar, and just two other women sitting at the bar, nobody else. I assumed they worked the local hotels – you know the kind of thing, chambre avec oreiller. This is the euphemism for a room with a girl (not a pillow as the words say!). Paris at the very end of July is a hot and stuffy city without a breath of breeze. Those who can do so take their holidays at this time. . "Good morning," I said, and stepped back and out of their way. "Just moving in, eh?" Not us," replied one, a blond."No, just helping a friend who has the heaviest collection of junk on the planet," added the other, a crewcut redhead. Between the two of them, they looked like an ad for the Aryan Nation.Outside, in a Stanza - with Kansas plates, for crying out loud - was presumably the friend who had the heaviest collection of junk on the planet. At the moment, said friend was kneeling doubled. You stiffen your tongue and insert it as deep as it will go, cupping your mouth around her vulva as your tongue enters her vagina. She must be mid-cycle because her taste is exquisite and you can feel the texture of her thick vaginal creams coating your tongue inside her. It tastes wonderful and briefly fantasize about eating it by the spoonful if only she could somehow collect it and save it for you.Her office is empty and the door is closed. You curl your tongue up and backwards, towards.