Fir jab land nikaala to to use ulti jaisa hone laga aur usne mera sara paani muh se bahar fenk diya aur boli “bhosdike yeh kya kiya, thodi der ruk n...hi saktaTha kya” maine kaha ” arey chalna yeh to trailer tha abhi picture shuru karta hun aur main niche baith gaya, fir usne apne aap saari uper uthaayi aur taang faila ke khadi ho gayi, maine kaha “wah meri jaan tu to bahut samjhdaar hai” usne kaha “isme samjhdaari kya hai maine tera lund chusa abhi tu meri chut chaat” maine kaha aur kitne logon. I’ll check in with you later.’ Tim had just left when Luke’s landlady, Lorraine Keeler, walked into his hospital room. Her eyes were red, as if she’d been crying. She walked to his bed and clutched his hand. ‘Luke, are you really all right?’ she asked. ‘I…I was so worried when the officers came to get me and…and said you…you’d been shot.’ ‘I’m fine, Lorrie,’ Luke said. ‘I was wearing my vest so I…I’ve just got a couple of broken ribs. I’m getting out of here tomorrow.’ ‘Where were you last. He dropped down to bring his lips in contact with her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, tasting the saltiness on them. The texture of the wrinkled skin turns him on. He enjoys sucking her. He stops momentarily to kiss her lips full hard, entwining tongues, dancing in their mouths. His hands drops to her wet pussy. He feels her open wide for him, he can’t tell which are juices and which is sweat. He thinks its time to see what she tastes like. He kneels in front of her, she guides his head. While reading it, a reader may feel the pation, pronounciation, and strength of lesbian love that bonds the two sisters together as life partners.O my darling,I love you, love you, love you...Yes I love you more than anyone in this world. Because no one is like you. And no one will ever be like you; in beauty, in innocence, in allurement, in feminity.You aren't just a sister. You are everything to me. You are my life. You are my love. You are my darling. You are my woman. You are my "wife". And.