I would rather spend my time in Paris or London or even Los Angeles than return to that city.The train to New York left DC at 8 AM and I had a reserve... seat on it. I could have flown, but since September 11, flying is a pain, I had work to do and it was easier to do it on the train than have to wrestle with security and then have to get into Manhattan from JFK. More pragmatically, she would not be able to get free from work until after lunch so there really no value to be gained from the speed. ?didi ….. mat poach jab maray haath main pakraya mare to eyes khul gaye .. itna garam or itna hard ufffff .. kiya baataon .or near koi 10 inch ka ho ga lumba or bhohat motta lund , yaar main to dar gaye thi .Friend ….ooohhh bhagwaan …kasam say shaani ? itna lumba or itna motta lund …kis colour ka tha ? phir kiya hoaDidi …. yaar light brown sa tha na gora or na kala .. or os kay lund ka topa , cap . wo to or be motta or lumba tha yaar mainay dhak kar pechay ko ho gaye or lund ko haath say choor. Gently he lays me on the bed and takes one nipple in his mouth as he slides his hand up the silky skin of my inner thigh and runs one finger up the outer lips of my sex. I open my legs wider to him and arch my back as I push my hips upwards, I want him to touch me so much, especially as he thrusts his tongue between my lips and reminds me of the joy of penetration. He smiles into my mouth as he feels the slippery, heated wetness of me and smiles even harder at the groan that escapes my lips. Slipping my head under the covers, I slowly slithered down towards her magnificent cock. Very gingerly, I touched it with the tip of my tongue. It was natural to lick it, lick its full length... up to its magnificent head. The taste was... was... "I should warn you it's covered with you mom's saliva, Sarah. She slobbered all over it. Took it down her throat like the slut bitch I told you she was. Does that surprise you bitch... that your mother sucked my cock... that she has real pussy.