"They inherited their mother's shares."Michael and Christopher were still laughing several minutes later when George left.The two friends emerged from...the tunnel at London Bridge Station. The young women were both nurses, but you couldn't tell - they were dressed up for a night out. They crossed Tooley Street. "Let's go through here," Stacey said. "We're a little bit early." She let them into The Hays Gallery with its many fancy shops.When they emerged at the waterfront they turned right and. Muscles tense and spasm like you’re lifting weights. It’s violent and ugly and messy.”I hugged him tighter and whispered, “And I love it! So will you.”Saturday morning around the campfire. Okay, the kitchen table. Walker was preparing breakfast empanadas, and Pilar no longer felt the need to monitor the process. He could fry ‘em up as well as any boy back in Hondo, Colombia.It was a coincidence — we’d dressed independently that morning — but the distaff side of our family was wearing themed. I get the condom on and I am so fucking turned on. I position myself and unlike Wednesday my cock just slides right in. We start having sex and she is moaning and so am I. I start to fuck her good and she is moaning and I feel her legs wrap around my body. We make out here and there as our bodies move in unison. I remember looking into her eyes and seeing the pleasure I was giving her and it was so fucking awesome. She looked so fucking hot and having sex with her was amazing. I loved. – If you don’t like it, please move on. – I have tried to incorporate some hindi sentences in this part, and given suitable translations to them for my dear reader’s sake.– You may not find this story erotic. However, i am only building it up, so that the excitement may last a while.– The story continues from part 9– All characters involved in this story are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone dead or living.Mother and I – Part 10From the diary of Prashant Sharma……..This is the diary to.