.....I DECIDED THAT I WAS GONNA GET ANOTHER BLOKE TO FUCK FIONA WITH ME, I WAS SURE THAT THE SLUT WOULD RELISH ANOTHER DICK AND POSITIVE SHED BE ABLE ...O HANDLE ANOTHER COCK. IT WAS A SATURDAY NIGHT AND I'D BEEN OUT THE LASH WITH A FEW MATES IN TOWN, MY MISSUS WAS AWAY AT ANOTHER WORK CONFERANCE, SO ASKED FIONA TO PICK ME UP AROUND 2AM. I TOLD HER NOT TO BOTHER WITH KNICKERS OR BRA AS I'D DEFINATLY WANT A FUCK ON THE WAY HOME.A COUPLE OF MINUTES AFTER 2 I NOTICED FIONAS CAR PULL UP AND I. At least in terms of sex.”“I’d love to be a Mole’s Town whore or a Wildling, especially if I could grab you, yank down your black trousers, and take you by force,” Janine added, which really raised eyebrows now.“Months later, there’s a little Wildling or Mole’s Town bastard named Snow, too. Simon Snow. It has a nice ring to it, if you think about it,” Paige backed her friend up there.“Well, I’d like to be the Red Woman. Or a Red Priestess of some kind, anyway,” Melanie told me bluntly.“Why’s. Sujata ke o niye jete cheyechhilo… Kaaj er bahana kore 2/3 ghonta shomoy ber korechhe chudiye nebar jonno. Tarpore se o chole jabe vai er bari te.Shomoy beshi nei… Tai shomoy nosto kora uchit na. Sujata akta synthetic saree porechhe… Or bed room e dhuke dekhlam akta single sofa rakha achhe… Ami oke tar pashe namiye sofar upor jhukiye pichhon theke joriye dhorlam. Bogoler nich the 2to haat niye or buker upore rakhtei haat e chole elo 2to muthi-vora jomat mai. Tipte suru korlam. Mukhta upor dike. You ready to earn your pay?’ The guy sat close and his hand reached out to stroke Art’s thigh. His head was swimming with questions, but no words seemed to reach his mouth. Art took a long swig of beer as his hand reached his balls then traced the outline of his big, swelling cock. ‘Nice package,’ he said as his zipper opened. His pants were too tight, then his belt was undone, then the button to his jeans, then the soft, gentle hand stroked him through his jockeys. Art had never felt so.