Mien aik bachey ki man ben gayee aour subash ney ab mujhey us terah chodna chodr diya tha jis terah pahley choda kerta tha.Waisey bhi chunaow key seez...n mien woh gher sey baher hi rehta. Is bar woh khud bhi aik choti position key liyee khadra howa tha aour kamyab bhi ho giya.Ziyada waqat uska aye gaye mehmano key sath guzerta.Hamara ladrka birjoo ab badra ho raha tha.Mien bhi uski terf ziyada dhiyan dey rahi thi.Aourat aourat hoti hey .Uska man bhi chahta hey key uska khasam usko kuch waqat dey. After crawling through customs where officials stamped their passports, after waiting on a long serpentine line, Queresh and Maryam were finally free to collect their baggage, hail a taxi, and speed along the Van Wyck Expressway towards Manhattan. The winter had left its mark upon the terrain. A brownish snow covered the sides of the highway, and the air carried a Northerly chill. The city had been overtaken by a bitter cold. Luckily Maryam and Queresh dressed properly in heavy wool jackets.. Bough was Wick and Violet's youngest daughter, and Crane was one of the Shavrom's Shipping factors. He was also a bit of a stuffed shirt, but he seemed to dote on his wife and the gleam of pride in his eyes when he looked at his son spoke volumes.Someone somewhere in the Shavrom household did the math and realized that splitting twenty people into groups of six was not going to work out evenly, so the first three carriages went with a sort of buddy system. Wick and Violet rode with Plank and. Soft dreams, folding slowly into a rolling pleasure that lost all his troubles. Keyaron sighed softly, keeping his gaze up into the blurry shadows. The tingling riddled his stomach, and swelled up in his nuts. The cold touched too hard at the wet part of his dick each time Cedric pulled back. Only a brief second, before pushing back down, bobbing gently and open.It took longer than Keyaron would have liked if he was with a girl. But he had nothing to proove with his boy, and it only made the.