(Jeso-riding specialist & master diploma holder bhi ti; isliye uski mammom & ass become more smooth and plum bulki, challthe samay donom ass SELF tabl... tennis kelthi rahthi, samne waleko bahoot mazza milta, oh vijara soch soch kar muthmarthe rahe.) Haall mei hi jabhardasth kiss karne chaalu ki, jor se chipak hui, donom ke haath ekdham tight, mammom ko 10 minutes thak dabaya, beech mei swas lena muskil hui, thabi thoda loos ki; Fridge se wiski & beer lee, 2 donom ek ek peg mari aur, usne 2 night. Grabbing my shirt and spreading it on a patch of grass, I push him on his backside before I begin to ride him. “Oh Don, I love you inside me. Just do not move. Allow me all the control. Will you?”He loves hearing my words and I know this too well because my muscles and all my nerves surrounding my vagina have a tune to dance to and a symphony to flood my brains with. Words wane to gasps, which grow into roars.Suddenly, I stop breathing and look around as to sniff something, or someone. Nothing. " Wow. Talk about immediate gratification. Next thing I know we are following this Vicky down a hallway to a small room and she tells us to leave our purses, document folders, and shoes here. Then we follow her down the hallway to a door at the end with a safe lock on it. Following her through it and up a set of stairs to a gallery at the top of some bleachers, we went walked over to a window overlooking a small auditorium.And we all saw two naked women standing on the gallows platform. (I. And she was mine, much to the chagrin of all the fanboys there. In private, I called her "MILF Talon". Take that, nerds!Kevin had invested a small fortune into a set of "hero" quality stormtrooper armour, which he wore at every event the two of them attended as part of the 501st Legion ("Vader's Fist"). Melanie and I also had costumes which we wore to placate our spouses; she was someone named "Barriss Ofee" and I would be dressing up as my namesake, Amberle Elessedil from the Shannara books..