Ek dam se meri najar unpar padi. Vo rasoi m akeli kam kr rhi thi. Or us din to kafi sunder lag rhi thi. Sory m aapko unka nam btana bhul gya. Unka nam... sweety h. M jhat se rsaoi ghr m gya or drwaja band kar diya kyonki bhar kafi log khde the. Or sabhi dance dekhne m bzy the. Mne ander jate hi unhe kha fer kive hi sweety mami ji. Unhe ne smaile pass krte hue kha m to bdiya hu tumhare btao kya hal h vicky, or ksi chal rhi h tumhari b.Tech. Mne kha meri to bdiya chl rhi h mje mar rhe h. Kya bat h. You were too late. Speak to Miss Jakobsen ... perhaps ... No?“Gentlemen and lady, I bid you adieu. Perhaps another time.”The TV screen disappeared and the bidders clustered around Miss Jakobsen. Her entourage bullied their way forward and the losers stepped back.The loser who dithered too long stepped up to grandfather, shook his hand, and said. “Perhaps, next time ... should such a prize again appear... ?”Grandfather said, “Certainly, Dario Antonio. Should another such a one ... thank you for. ‘Not yet my dear man,’ I murmured, ‘that was just a foretaste of the pleasures in store for you. But I have a much better place for that magnificent weapon that now rears up ready for battle. Lie back on your cot, and I will take you on a journey such as you have never dreamed of.’ As I spoke, I pushed him back onto his bed, and straddled his thighs, then lifting myself up, I took hold of his cock and rubbed it between the soft folds of flesh guarding my treasures and with a sigh, sank down,. She excused herself to go to the restroom to change and what not. An hour past before she came out but what she had on almost made me forget the anger and curiosity at why she took so long. Her face was newly scrubbed and I can see how soft and shiny her face was without make up. Her hair was pulled back into a knot and it looked damp. She was wearing an oversize T-shirt with no bra, I couldn't tell if she wore panties or not but her legs were damn sexy. As I was staring at her overtly I.