.ooo..yaaa.mast hai yaaat tumhara….ooooo…mar looo meriii chut…..oooiii maaaa..aaaahh…..aaaahh..waaaahh…yaar….krte raho mere…raja…rani ...o aaj…chod lo…….oooo…ya.o…yaaa…mar gai maaa…..chut…..oooo….aaahhhhRaj-maza aa raha hai…darling…Geeta-aise hi chodte raho apni rani ko…mere raja…chut maro…maze le lo meri chut ke…( • ) ( • ) mere boob pakad kr chodo yaar….bade uchhal rahe hain…pakad lo yaar..ye bhi bahut khush hain… ( • )…( • )Maine uske gore gore boob pakad liye…boob mushkil se hath mein aa rahe. I'd never actually met him in person, just seen him in a couple of photos, and knew what Amanda had told me. He seemed to embody the perfect mix between "worldly intellectual" and "strapping athlete", and I hated him with a white hot, burning passion. It was far from rational seeing as I didn't even know the guy.But, he had Amanda. That was more than enough reason.Just coming out and asking her wouldn't be all that subtle. Worse yet, if she happened to be single, I might actually impulsively. Normally, people being who they are, the common practice is to sit at the other end of the tub. Not these two German visitors. They walked toward me and sat next to me on the bench: she next to me, and he next to her. We tried to speak with each other, and were somewhat successful. Between my fragmented German, and their fragmented English, we seemed to do O.K. NOTE: she still was not wearing her top.They seemed to be "trolling," for he began caressing her breasts. She seemed to enjoy the. When I answered, it was Adam. I invited him in and offered him a cold beer which he accepted. We sat and drank for a bit and talked. He was a businessman and as such worked long hours and sometimes had to be out of town over night. He asked that since they knew very little about the area and no other people but me so far, if I would mind keeping an eye on Sheila and his place while he was gone for a couple nights this next week. I told him I did not see a problem with anyone bothering their.