Besides, anything that happened wasn't really her fault, since she was helpless to resist -- tied up and blindfolded. She wanted to tell me that enoug... was enough, and to let her up, but she didn't want the good feelings to stop. With two hands still on her tits, she began to feel two hands playing with her clit and her cunt lips. Now the feelings were really exciting her -- she was the center of attention, and she still didn't know who else was there, or even the sex of the other person. Was. Woh kabhi kabhi mere boobs press karta hai.Jay:aur tum kuch nahi karti?P: ha…i kiss him back..Jay: tumhe uska pappuda dekhneka ya feel karne ka maan nahi karta?P: huummmm hua hai.P: jab who godi mein bithata hai…toh uska feel hotta hai.Jay: wooooo….Jay: kya feel hota hai??Jay: kaha feel hota hai?P: uska woh mere neeche…Jay: who kya dear? Aur neeche kaha?? Tumhe words use karna pasand hai na..Jay: to fir bataona…P: mene first time apke story me padhaP: on my vagina..Jay : uska?P: penis…;-pJay:. ..you wanted me to wake up...you wanted me to feel the tingling as you massaged around my still swollen pussy lips...and as you’re fondling my nether regions, you roll into me, a little close and whisper in my ear "that is my cum you feel on your pussy....I came for you".We’re both so tiered, that in your embrace, we fall asleep. You had set the music and that familiar lulling melody, of the Polynesian choir, soon sent me off to sleep!The next morning, I wake to find you sitting next to me,. Now Jackie and Bob were married too and they just knew they’d be best friends forever.Before they could get settled and begin making plans, Bob’s phone rang. The FBI agents were here and they were ready to outfit them with communication devices and body armor.Special Agents, Randy Elliott and Kris McCage were here with them the whole time, going over each and every step of their plans for tomorrow. They didn’t want any possibility of a slip-up thwarting their efforts to trap the bank robbery.