Toh dosto meri pehli story didi ki kamuk jethani ko choda se achi feedback mili toh ye dusri pesh kr rha hun toh dosto anju ko toh aap jante hi hai me...i lund ki diwani ban gyi hai jb bhi mauka mile hath se chutne nhi deti Toh baat un dino ki hai jb hamri chodne ki dastan suru hui thi and mai ghar pe hi tha toh hua yun hamari ghar mai jo kamwali kaam krti thi use sayed ham pe shak ho gya tha usne kahi baar dekha ham logo ko ched khani krte hue,ye mai jaan buj kr uske samne krta tha kyun ki Sali. But, well… could you ever see a time where you liked Steph more than just a friend? Do you ever see a future where we were all together?"I let out a deep breathe, one that I didn’t realize I was holding in. "I have been holding back from being too close to Steph over the last day or so… because I was afraid of the feelings I was having for her. I mean, it doesn't surprise me. You two are like peas in a pod. I so easily fell in love with you, and it was like I was sitting here with a clone. Good choice. Keep going with that fantasy."It wasn't wanton women that got me hard, it was his assistant."Lay down. Close you eyes." I felt a gloved hand on my erection. Marcus's. "Almost there. Picture those soccer moms."The door opened. I peeked. BJ had stepped in. Her hand was at her throat, fingers dipping into her dress towards a breast. Her stance was knock-kneed, as if she was having groin feelings of her own. My dick sprung up, full and proud."Are you here again?" Marcus called over his. There they were met by a Ground Hostess in a smart baby-blue uniform with a little matching cap and matched court shoes. Nicola noticed with some amusement that even her fingernails were painted with the same shade of nail varnish.~Salaam aleikhum. Welcome Princess. Will you take refreshment?~ she asked in Kobekistani Arabic.~No refreshments, ~ Sharifa replied sharply in the same language, ~Cut out the Princess, Highness will do. Speak only in English as my friend does not know Arabic.~“As your.