? mene kaha thik hai mami ji,, jo marzi karo,,to vo boli- vo to me karungi hi,, chahe aap bolo ya na bolo,,fir unhone mera 9 inches ka lund pakada aur...apne muh me le ke paglo ki tarah chusane lagi,, aur me mera haath uski chut me daal kar unhe vapas garam kar raha tha,,Fir 15 minute baad vo ek baar fir se tayyar ho gai aur me zad gaya,, touska deemag kharaab ho gaya,, usne jaldi jaldi mere lund ko masalna shuru kiya aur muh me leti rahi, aur 5 minut baad mera lund vapas kadak ho gaya ,,mami. We all donned our war paint, and my wives had me decked out in that elaborate paint they had invented for me to wear against the Chiricahuas. By now, I was well enough indoctrinated into the Mescalero culture that I rather liked the show the paint made. My skin was tanned so thoroughly by this time that I looked like a Mescalero.By the way, I now had a war name: Throwing Stick.Counting myself, there were 27 men in my war party. As war chief, I was not expected to fight. Instead, I was to. So Cathy and I came up with a plan to meet the guys at the mall and if things went well Cathy would give me a sign and we would invite the guys back to the house. The plan was set.We dressed up in the normal flimsy outfits that most teens did, short denim shorts and braless tops. Of course, the high wedge shoes were in back then. We spent hours puffing up out hair. We did our best to look hot and sexy. Off we went to the mall.We met the guys and hung out with them for several hours at the mall.. Only pain left was in her neck and prevented her from bending down. Azhar woke up in the middle of the night on hearing his sister’s crying. He saw his mother trying to feed her and the baby not being able to get milk from her breasts. Arifa was all tensed with the situation and was afraid her baby will choke with all the crying. He desperately told her son “dear, my breasts need to be sucked before putting it in baby’s mouth. Otherwise, she will not be able to get the milk. As my neck is.