My skirt fell to thefloor and I sat back on the bed to to slip my thong over my stiletto heels."Lie down", he said standing over me, then he reached f...r the canister of cream. He squirted it onto each nipplecausing me to squeel as the cold cream hit my hot nipples. Then he squirted a great dollop of the foamy creamonto my pussy. He took a strawberry and dipped it into the cream on my left nipple and took a bite, the pink juice shiningon his lips, then he dipped the remains in the cream on my. Dekhne me moti thi but kafi gory chitti thi.Age hogi kuch uski 26 ke aas pas. Saab se jyada uski achhi bat thi uske boobs yaar kya batau itne bade the mano ke jese koi bada santra ho. Use dekhte hi meree dimag me bus usko fuck karne ke hi idea aate the ke kese isko apna banau…Ese hi roj din kat rahe the jab bhi me wapus aata colleg se use dekhne ka ek bhi mauka nahi chodta tha. Jab wo apne ghar me juk ke pocha laga rahi ho tab to yaar uski aadhi se bhi jyada boobs bahar nikal ate the ekdum. I must have started, stopped, written, erased, andrewritten so many times that my keyboard has become nothing more thanfaceless buttons. Anyway, after this release, I'm in a better mood towrite; so, the next chapter should come out soon (and with betterconsistency!).-------------------Ryan backed away from the doorway quickly. "You!" Ryan exclaimed,surprised. "How did you find my house?" I called your parents," the black-haired boy began, "they told me how toget here." The boy looked at Ryan. "Unfortunately, when we arrived at the base, it was raining. And it just rained harder and harder and harder ... I was sure that the evening was going to be a washout — our forced march was turning into a waste of time and energy."Then this beautiful blonde girl appears. There was no band, no supporting entertainers, no MC ... No nothing! The rest of the troupe — if there was a troupe — stayed inside somewhere where it was dry. But she comes out carrying a cordless mic and wearing a poncho. Do.