How was he going to maintain his “professional” approach there? A small part of me was hoping that he would abandon the façade. I shook these tho...ghts away, he was my friend’s son, less than half my age.Tom did not proceed to my buttock, he left the lotion there unspread and moved to the other calf, where he repeated the whole process. I got the feeling that he spent more time at my second thigh and that his touch was slightly less professional. What if I got wet?! He would surely notice that.. .kha jaoonga .. main bhi to tumhare liye tadap raha hoon Didi ..Didi aaaaaaaaaaah Didiiiiiiiiiii..!And I lower my face .. now on her soft milky fleshy stomache .. she gets mad .. she loses herself in me tightens her hold on me pulls me towards her stomache I lick it , my tongue travels on her stomache I make it wet . my spit is all over her stomache .. “AAAAAAAAAAAh oooh tu pagal kar dega mujhe Veenu … main pagal ho gayi hoon ! Chat ..chat aaj sab kuch chat le , chod le re ,meri bhookhi choot. He smiles to himself as he remembers teasing her about the light, but tonight he is thankful she didn’t take him to heart and had turned it on again. He fumbles at the door knob with cold numb fingers, opening it to the welcome warmth of the fire in the wood burning stove. He eases into the kitchen in hopes of a warm cup of coffee and a chance to warm his frozen body before he went to the bedroom looking for his sweet wife. Reaching the kitchen he finds a letter to Santa on the table. As he. “You know the old saying, blondes have more fun?”Brad looked at his beautiful Abby and her rich brunette-coloured hair in perfect style. “I can’t picture you as a blonde,” he said, running several strands of her soft, straight hair through his right fingers. “Besides, I’m very sure I’m partial to brunettes, a certain brunette in particular,” he added, smiling at her.Brad thought for a moment and then added, “Just think of it like this, brunettes taught blondes, how to have fun.”“That’s cute.