Frasier ordered drinks, Glen Morangie for himself, a spritzer for her. They had barely tasted their drinks when they were joined by friends. Friends, ... strange word for them. Her mother would have called them “fair-weather” friends, and only then if she was being uncharacteristically polite. There were five of them, all as Frasier was, wearing tuxedo’s. The women, in the uniform of little black dresses. They were either all doing very well, or like them putting on a brave face. She and Frasier. Aur baki k muth mar rahe the.fir unhone meri biwi ki bra panty nikal k pura nanga kar diya.meri biwi ek ek karke 3 land ko chusne lagi .1 ladka uski kale jhato me chupi chuth ko chat raha tha aur ek uske boobs ko daba ke uske nipple ko apne dant se masal raha tha.aur uski ek ungli ko biwi ki gand me andar bahar kar raha tha.waha slowly se awazz aa rahi thiaaaaaahhhhhhhh……….aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh……fir unho ne meri biwi ko leta diya aur 1 apne land ko meri biwi ki chuth me dalne ki taiyari kar. At fifty, he was lean and fit, with hints of grey in his hair, but still handsome. Mom had always been her confidant. Dad had been her idol, her ideal man. She felt a spark of excitement when he kissed her. She babbled on the drive into the city, having to yell above the wind, but both seemed to enjoy the fresh, relatively smog free air in the open car. She told him about recent events, the calls from several other men's magazines, the cosmetic company. "We ought to look into that, Dad. It. Every guy has fantasies about his girlfriend’s best friend and I was no different. Jenny and Erica had been best friends all through college, sharing everything. Erica was a tall blonde girl, about 5’7”, not too skinny and not too big, about 130 lbs, I would guess. She was not a cheerleader type, so she wouldn’t jump out in a crowd as being the really popular girl. Her personality was so warm and bubbly though that she became more and more beautiful as you got to know her. Not that she.