. Ek dam dudh k rang ki or itni soft ki agar chu lo to lage malai hai. Main to dekhte hi reh nahi paya or mami ki gand apne dono hathon se pakad k dab...ne laga. Mami hasne lagi.Mami: dono baap-bete 1 jaise ho aurat ki gand dikhi nahi ki marne nikal padte ho.Main: mami aisi gand dekh k bhi jo control kar le n wo sal mard nahi.Or ye bol k maine mera muh mami ko gand k ched se laga diya or use zor zor se chatne laga. Mami ko sabse jyada turnon yehi karta hai k koi unki gand chate. Or mere mama k. But before I knew it, he was two centimetres away from my face. The awkward silence lasted a mere minute, and then he kissed me. Passionately. I broke the kiss, pushing him away, Brent, youre with Ella! I yelled, trying to figure out what just happened. I dont care, seeing your ass bounce as you ran away from me, it turned me on Bec, I couldnt help myself. He came closer, I moved away, I.. no! I wouldnt do this to someone! Brent, go away! I protested, turning around and slightly blushing as I. After a couple hours of people watching and waiting to see what was going to happen, I saw a channel 12 news van stop outside the entrance to the food court. I asked a guy if he knew what was going on and he said some lottery winner bought a store.I was about to move on when I saw Kerry Murry and Denise Jones from the channel 12 newsroom outside at the van. Denise is a seasoned field reporter. She was talking to Kerry, gesturing with her hands, explaining things. It appeared like Kerry was. While I am pondering my extensive academic background, Olga was preparing to fulfill the silent promise her eyes made when she arrived. If you’ve never seen a 5’ 10”, 280lb woman with arms like 55-gallon drums wearing a leather corset and a 14” black strap-on dildo running full-steam at you, then you haven’t lived. When I woke up to the smell of latex and my own bad breath I knew my day was really going somewhere. The bad thing was, when she zipped the gimp mask closed 17 of my moustache.