Pir us na mujko bad pa latha dea or dono tangha chori kar de tho mari choot ka lips kull gaya tho bunty ma mari choot ka kiss kea .or bola bhot aacha ...ast ha ,tho ma sarma gaye .pir us na kaha abb ma save kar datha hu .pir us ma saving chrme lagahi or pir brus ka gagh banana lagha or pir us na ragar lea or mari choot ka bal saf karna lagha pir us ma mari choot pa ak balo kha ak dil bana dea or sara bal saf kar dia pir us na fairloveli le or choot pa lagha ka masaz karna lagha .or mari choot ma. “I would say that’s adequate. Now you and Nayara can get to work on satisfying me. Oh, that’s right, you’re probably out of saliva. Nayara, spit in her mouth.”“No, I’m fine, I can do it!” Mary shouted.Ishtar’s tail shot over to Mary and wrapped around her throat, strangling her. Mary instinctively opened her mouth to gasp for air, and in that moment, Nayara spat onto her tongue. Ishtar released her and she screamed in shame and disgust.“Both of you, on the bed.” Nayara was happy to obey, but. Swimming lessons and other summer activities were over, but school was still a few weeks off. So the kids were at home, under foot, with pent-up energy and few outlets.On this particular day, the kids were more of a handful than normal. The youngest was constantly whining about something or another, and the two oldest, a 9-year-old daughter and a 7-year-old son, were at each other's throats all morning.The Murphys lived on a corner lot in town, as opposed to a subdivision in an outlying area.. She had mentioned that his name was Anthony, but Patrick could not remember whether he had ever heard his last name. His name had come up a few times in the first couple of months, but she hadn't said anything about him in quite some time.In mid November she had brought up the subject of the upcoming seminars that she wanted to attend. They were scheduled for the off week between New Year's Day and the start of the second semester. It was considered professional development, and her college.