. Or phir tea piyange..Meine kaha thik hai… Or woh nahane chali gayi..5min. Baad bell baji ek delivery boy tha meine parsal recieve kia or gate band...kar lia… Or idhar udhar gumne laga… Tabhi kavita ki awaz aayiKavita- abhi woh box de doge meine ek dress magayi hai..Abhi- par ek srat pe.. Aapko woh dress mereko pehne ke dikhani hogi…Woh mann gayi or meine woh box de dia.. Meine bahar he khada wait kar raha tha or is baar usne gate band nahi kia.. Jaise woh mereko anadr bula rahi ho..Kavita ne ek. He remained silent until we were walking slowly in the nearby park."First I want to tell you two that the federals have stopped all the investigations they might have had, concerning the riddle of how some con men ended up naked and cuffed in the back seat of a car. To tell the truth they didn't care very much. They were just happy that someone got pissed enough to hand them over."He let that information sink in for a moment."However, they got a bit concerned when they found out that all the. ”“Let me break it to you, son:Your shit’s fucked up.”I said “My shit’s fucked up?Well I don’t see how.”He said “The shit that used to work,it won’t work now.”-Warren Zevon, “My Shit’s Fucked Up”Contessa Helena de San Finzione sat in the back of the jeep as it tore across the open savannah. She reached down to grab the bottle of water that was rolling around in the seat and opened the little pill bottle she’d picked up at the embassy. In the front seat, Capitano Ramirez checked the feed from the. . fuck me s... s... so g... good," Jennifer groaned as she laid her head back and took the slow but hard pounding her son was giving her.Her heels left her son's ass and suspended in midair as she spread her legs a bit wider. Mark withdrew his cock for a moment and started rubbing the length of his shaft along his mother's squishy slit. Up and down, rubbing the underside of his cock over her knotted clit, shoving his cockhead through her dripping wet bush, making his balls rub over her slit as.