.un kay moo say bohut ajeeb si aawazay niukal rahi thi ahhhh sanjay mazaaaa aa raha hay phir wo bhi ulti ho gaye aur mera lun aapnay moo may lay liya ...ur un ki choot meray moo par thi wo mera lund choos rahi thi aur may un ki choot chat raha tha …tub hi unho nay kaha kay sanjay is may ungli karoo …mujh ko pata nahi tha kay kaha ungli karo..may nay poocha kaha to phir unho nay aapni chot may meri ungli dal kar bataya kay yaha …phir may un ki kus may ungli karna shuru ho gaya aur wo mera lun. It was going to be a great night. — ‘Now, promise me that you will go.’ Rachel looked at her mother. ‘I don’t know, Rachel. I don’t feel comfortable going by myself.’ ‘But, you’ve already paid for the tickets, and you’ve been looking forward to this for weeks now.’ Jill smiled at her daughter and watched her get ready for work. She reminded Jill of how she was at the same age. A soft sigh escaped as she thought how her daughter had her whole life ahead of her, and that her own life seemed to be. Yes ... Ciao, got to go - meeting her.”He flagged another cab.The disguise had worked she told him, scampering into the dingy flat in Stockwell, flinging off the dowdy, straggly, dark wig, then her ankle length, grimy, gaberdine mackintosh.“I’m glad that miserable git Gordon Brown had the old wartime tunnel refurbished,” Teresa giggled, tweaking her hair, then dashing to the bathroom. “T’sone thing that fucking Labour mob got right in their miserable existence ... oops sorry,” she snickered as. Their sexy apparel accentuated their curves perfectly. One was tall with a high yellow skin toned, long hair and brown eyes. The other woman was much shorter with a caramel complexion, medium sandy-colored hair, and hazel eyes. They looked nice together. I had a vivid image in my head of myself having a threesome with them. ‘Hey, ladies, what are y’all getting into tonight?’ I asked them. ‘Nothing, what do you have in mind, handsome?’ The short one said. ‘Go have a drink or something.’ I.