. oh they sometimes gave me a phony number but no one had ever just said ... fuck you, no! "Really ... no?" I tried again."Yup it's a no ... but if yo... give me your business card I'll call you." She smiled coyly.I took out a business card and scribbled my cell number on the back. "Don't wait too long, I may be taken." I thought it was a good joke."Really," she said, "are you planning on getting married by next week?"I didn't have a snappy comeback and decided that she wasn't interested in me. .Or main tumhe ehsaas bhi naii hone dunga ki tum kisi ladke k sath kr rahe ho(or apni tshrit utha kr usko apna gora badan or chote2 boobs dikhata hu) wo soch mein pad jta h main uska ek hath apne boobs pr rkh deta hu or mera hath uske lun par..Uske lun ko mein dhere2 sehlane lgta hu usko bhi josh chadne lgta h wo bhi ek dum se mera boobs dabata h fir main usko khada krta hu or uska ganda sa lun bahr nikal kr paani se dhota hu or fir usse bedroom mein le jaa kr uska 7inch lun chusta hu wo madhos. "Well don't then!"We walked past the "Glad not to be gay!" merchandise stall, although the overwhelming majority of the vendors were not peddling questionable goods, and I was almost pleased to notice that the more extreme elements attracted the least amount of custom.The band on stage consisted of one Gothic-looking girl on the vocals and a couple of long-haired guys behind and they struck out an upbeat and up tempo rhythmic song that echoed around the hall. Zoe stayed close to me but bounced. Her whole body was shaking above me. “Oh yes, oh god, yes!” She screamed out as her orgasm began. I was greet with a rush of pussy juice shooting out, directly into my mouth as she ground her pussy into my face, making it hard for me to breath. Her body shook violently as more pussy juice squirted out and into my mouth, overfilling my mouth and flowing out the side, onto the pillow below. She was a squirter just like my wife. Finally her body began to slowly relax as she collapsed against the.