May dono hath savita kay bol daba raha tha or uski jib ko mare muh may lake chus raha tha abb mane apna 1 hath uskay patikot may dal diya or uski nile...rang ki panty kich kay fad diye us nay kaha baba zara dhair may tumare pass hi hu mane kaha savita rani may kab say Tumari chut ko chod nay kay liye tadap raha hu abb muz say control nahi ho raha hay samzi mane uska patikot bee utar diya or 69 ki pozisan may us kee balwali chut ko chat nay laga or us nay mare lund ko aap nay mhu may lake chus. What do we do about this?” I asked.Emma huffed and pulled her shirt back on. “Get out of my room, you two,” she said, waving us away.“So...you're not gonna tell?” I asked hopefully.“No. If you two are really....in love or whatever....I think it's weird, but...well, if you really love each other like that...Well, I guess I won't interfere. Or tell mom. Whatever happens between you two is on you.”“Oh my God, yes!” Lizzy cried, grabbing Emma and hugging her. I hugged Emma from the other side.“BUT. I expected it to be pretty full, but there wasn't nearly as muchin the glass as it had felt like."What are you going to stir it with?" Cindy asked. "A spoon is too bigto stir in that with." Ooh, I hadn't thought of that," Miranda replied. She thought for amoment then said, "See if you can find a toothpick in the top drawer inthe corner."While Cindy went to find a toothpick, Miranda was measuring outchocolate sauce. She added about twice as much sauce as there was cum.When Cindy brought back the. I agreed to meet her. Her name is Jane and shes 70 years old. we decided to go out for a long lunch together far away from where anyone would recognize us. We arrived at the restaurant, an intimate little Italian place, and were seated oustside a cozy table. As we had nowhere specific to be for a while we ordered some champagne and enjoyed the feeling of freedom and intimacy as the bubbles went to our heads a little.She told me she already reserved a room for us to go to after we met and ate. I.