3 inch lamba or 3 inch mota hai or meri chachi ka naam amreen hai unki height 5 ft hai rang gora grey eyes brown hair 36 yrs ki hai or figure 38-30-42...hai ab story pe aata hun meri chachi ka ghar mein hi beauty parlour hai toh mujhe facial or bleach karwana tha toh mein chachi ko call kiyaMein : hello chachiChachi : haan bol farid kya hua Mein : chachi muhje bleach or facial karani hai toh kya aapke paas tym haiChachi : kyun nahi kab karwana haiMein : jab aapko tym ho tabChachi : ek kaam kar. I groaned as her tongue swirled through my sheath, questing for the date. Her fingers parted my labia, letting her dig in deeper while her nose rubbed on my clit. My fingers clenched and my arms shifted over my head.And brushed golden manacles dangling from the ceiling.I moaned again, undulating my hips as she explored and nuzzled. Her tongue probed deeper and deeper, reaching to its limits, aching to find the date. Her thumbs stroked up and down my labia as she kept them pulled apart, her eyes. James student among us, as well as two out of the three alumni, the special nature of this opportunity could not be overstated. The nearer the occasion drew, the more excited we became.Of course, that was in spite of the personal issues we were dealing with at the same time. There had been no change in the situation with Dave and Eileen. I had not had a chance to speak at any great length with my sister, but it was rather apparent that little or no communication had occurred between them since. Or ex-hubby now. He didn’t know it, but he had lost her for good. Clearly, he hadn’t thought this thing through, but his loss was my gain. I would keep her working at the hospital, but on hours that I controlled, I would keep her pay in a special account designed under Texas law to make it easier for slaves to transition back to freedom (thank whichever people wisely included this provision), and I would marry her, by God! Nothing on Earth would stop me from taking her as my bride, short of her.