? Thesame strange procession of naked housewives snaked through the halls . . . andout the front door! ?There you go. Pee on the lawn. You can do it t...rough yourchastities. We?ll hose you off.? A bus was pulling up and peoplewere pointing out the window, but Mel had no choice. She squatted with the restof them, right out in public . . . like . . . like a sex object. One of thekeepers turned on a garden hose and douched the women off. Back inside, Mel and Sophiewere detached and led into the. Clos du Bois, 1997. Gasp, an American wine in London? I hand you a glass, then take mine. Still holding hands, we raise the glasses to toast this romance, then we turn to face Jeanne and raise our glasses to this beautiful Madonna. We sip. Not bad. But good because this night is good. The air is not cool, not hot. Just right. We kick off our shoes. The room darkens as we drink, and walk around the bare room, looking at Degas’ self-portrait as an old man. The poor soul, cursed with failing. "But I want even more than that." She slowly starts removing his clothes, while kissing every part of his body. She slips off his boxers, and he's ready for action. Staring in awe over his long hard cock, she slowly massages it, and lets out a moan. "Brad, I want you." He lays her down on the couch. Removing her top and sliding her skirt off. Kissing her neck, he moves down towards her breasts, and unhooks her bra, exposing her 34C cup breasts. He teases her, and moves down her stomach. . Uske face aur haat par aata laga hua tha. Vo shayad kitchen mein roti bana rahi thi. Mein osko kiss karne laga. Aur achanak andar se aavaj aae, “Priya, Kaun hai?”. Daar ke priya ne kaha mera collage friend hai mom. Phir priya ki mom ne kaha, “Osse andar to anne ko kaho!” phir mein living room mein jake bheta vahape Uske papa bethe hua the. Meri to vahi faat padi. Par mera naseeb shayad acha tha aur Uske papa ko emergency call aa gaya aur onhe jana pada. Kuch hi deer meine priya ki mom aae. Vo.