" Maybe we should avoid Kevlar as well and do something simple like ripstop Nylon. Parachute cloth." Ahh, now we're getting far afield indeed, and I r...tract my previous conjecture. We need to use the AG951," Bud countered. "We need to use something that can be bonded using the BFD. If its bonded with that, then its not coming off." Then lets use it and be done with it," I said, getting a bit exasperated. "Can you give me a pattern to apply since you're not in my head?Bud paused when I said. You have no idea. When we are driving I always look at your legs. That's why I alomost hit that cat in the road the other day, I was so distracted. To see you tonight in your pantyhose and the outfit you wore excited me so much, I was shaking. To have a woman like you in my life who wears pantyhose, well, it's the realization of a dream, one that I was never sure would come true".We had just gotten done making love for numerous hours and with both being athletic, we really got quite physical. There was nothing subtle or caressing about his move. He just bunched up her flesh in his hand and kneaded her roughly. His hand was searching for her nipple. He clawed at her.“Beta, yeh tum kya kar rahe ho? Apni chachi ke choochey ko haath lagate sharam nahi aati tumhe? “she scolded him. (What are you doing, son? Don’t you feel ashamed at grabbing at your aunt’s breasts like this?)“Mujhe sirf aap chahiye. Kya sharam, kaise sharam. Kamre mey to aap ayi hain. Aur phir apne mujhe kabhi nanga nahi. His tongue swirls around her nub, and then flicks it with the tip. She moans louder, her breathing becoming shallower and harsh. He sucks again and presses a finger into her slowly. He starts moving the finger in and out, twisting it around trying to feel as much of her as possible. He moves his mouth down and laps at her juices that are flowing steadily from her. His fingers are moving quickly now, curving upwards to stroke her most sensitive spot. She's moaning and crying out, desperate for.