But that can't be further from the truth. We aren't lovers, and despite the romantic setting, this isn't a romantic getaway or honeymoon. The gorgeous...man inside me is not my boyfriend or my husband. In fact, he's someone else's. Husband, that is. And we aren't making love. Or even just having sex. This is good old-fashioned, raw, reckless, uninhibited fucking. Just like he likes it. And just like I've come to as well. He looks at me with unapologetic lust, and his stare is unfaltering. He digs. “Oh shit, I completely forgot, hold on.” Michael said walking over to his bedside dresser where he kept his condoms. “Oh my God babe, I don’t have anymore.” Michael said walking back to me.“Well… Go get some then.” I said sitting up.“But babe it’ll take at least 20 minutes, and we’re already worked up.” Michael said disappointingly.“Yeah I know but I can’t have you cum inside me, I’m not on the pill.” I said.“But what if I pull out before I cum? Plus I hear it feels sooo much better without. When she stopped beside me, she read my mindagain. "Of course you can. I learned, Billie learned, almosteverybody here learned. In some cases it's a varying degree, but welearned. So shall we try this again?"I nodded and said, "You bet, but not making any promises."She had taken her stick back when she stopped, and she shook it at me,this time with a smile. "I'm pretty sure you don't want to taste mystick again, so you'll learn."Tara walked around in front of me so we were facing each. Shopping mall madhe ekane prayatna kela pan mummy ne tyacha hat dharala.Tichi bembi kholgat lamb oval shape ahe khup madak ahe malahi tichya bembtit bot ghalaych swapna hota ani te swapna ek divas purna zaleMom chya friend ne ek kitty party organised keli hoti mummy khop excited hoti tine pappna sangitale pappni tila party la jatana tatto dandala armsla backless pathila lavayla sangitale ani sadi bumsvar nesayla sangitale mummy khup lajli. Maza mitra suraj ek tatoo artist ahe mummy ne mala.