Bahar karna maine ok bola or tezzi se apni behan ki chut me dhakke marte raha ab main jhadne wala tha maine apna lund behan ki chut se nikala or behan...k breast doodho per a gaya or behan k muh k samne muthi marne laga 3,4 jhatko me mera maal pichkari k sath nikalne laga maine jaldi se behan se kaha muh kholo behan ne muh khol liya or mere lund ka aadha maal meri behan k muh me chala gaya baki behan k doodh or chehre per lag gaya.Phir main aise hi behan k apper kuch der tak pada raha.Meri behan. ’ A young man named Brian raised his hand tentatively, ‘Yes?’ ‘Um, Higgs-Boson, Doctor Inoue?’ Miranda smiled slightly, she never quite understood why she made her students nervous, it was probably due to her youth and accomplishments. ‘Are you asking me if that is the answer or are you telling me?’ ‘I’m telling you?’ There was a slight ripple of laughter from the assembled students and Brian turned beet red. ‘Settle down you intellectual pygmies,’ Luke roared good-naturedly, ‘Before I call up. ”“Angela, you look lovely. Pregnancy suits you well.”“It’s not just my waistline that has expanded, Liam. My tits are big and my nipples so sensitive I don’t wear a bra.”“You know, Angela, this conversation is stimulating, if you get what I mean. My place is right around the corner.”“I was hoping you would say that.”Angela stayed until the next morning. She had not been exaggerating about her libido. The afternoon and evening were like checking off pages in Kama Sutra. I was exhausted at. "How many women do you know named "Charlize?" I asked her."Wait a few years," she said, "their number will go up. There are probably millions of five-year-olds already."I wasn't much for telephone conversations. Not even romantic ones.Maria was, though."What are you wearing?" she asked, a smile in her voice."What am I wearing? --Is this an obscene phone call?" Could be," she said. "You want to know what I'm wearing?" I know you're going to tell me," I said."I'm wearing a blue polka-dot dress.