Despu?s de unos cuantos segundos apareci? el resultado "usted viajar? a la Ciudad De M?xico al a?o 1975"; dije esto tiene que ser una broma seg?n esta...cosa voy a viajar un a?o antes de mi nacimiento y lo cual para ser sincero no me entusiasma mucho. Sin embargo, de ser posible este viaje, me gustar?a ver como viv?a mi abuelo. ?l falleci? cuando yo a?n era un ni?o y casi no lo conoc?, tengo vagos recuerdos sobre su persona, sin embargo, esto no ha sido impedimento para sentir una total. Then she stepped behind me and reached between Tina and me to undo my jeans and slide them down my legs. At the same time Tina grabbed my T-shirt and lifted it off me. I raised my arms to help her.Then Tina encouraged me to lie down on the soft shag-pile carpet. As soon as I did she squatted over my face and pushed her cunt at my mouth. Of course, I responded by running my tongue between her outer lips, up to her clit. Then I felt something warm and wet slide over the head of my dick. At first. "We'll leave in the morning," Antal yawned as he settled back once again chained to the tiller."Why can't we go now?" the Herceg demanded. "You're a smuggler; you're supposed to be able to sail at night." I can," Antal replied moving around trying to make himself comfortable. "But you're not supposed to be one. Merchants in little coastal haulers like this don't usually travel at night so it would seem strange if we did. Add to that if we were unfortunate enough to find one of your patrols. But I could.My clit throbbed again, and I turned my attention back to the screen.When Emily recovered from her powerful orgasm, she did the same, and we spent the rest of the night silently watching Friends.We didn’t talk about it.We didn’t talk about much.Not just that night. For days.We still loved each other, we still lived with each other, but ... Emily had crossed a line. I think even she knew that.Each night, we’d make awkward small talk, cuddle up and watch an episode of Friends, get.