The count again refused. "What, again?" she exclaimed, in so plaintive an accent that it seemed to stifle a sob; "really, you pain me."A long silence ...ollowed; the peach, like the grapes, fell to the ground. "Count," added Mercedes with a supplicating glance, "there is a beautiful Arabian custom, which makes eternal friends of those who have together eaten bread and salt under the same roof." I know it, madame," replied the count; "but we are in France, and not in Arabia, and in France eternal. I got up from my seat to open the door. It was my mother, masi and Preeti back home. After getting inside the hall, mother carried Preeti to my sister’s room to make her lie on the bed. I asked aunty is everything all right. She said that everything is all right and that the doctor had advised and recommended Preeti for a total bed rest for eight to ten day. I was feeling happy listening to this, as Preeti might have to stay back home.masi said that she is worried that how can they leave Preeti. It would keep you hard for two hours, and let you have your way with any woman. It was great, because when the woman begged you to stop. You could lay coupled for an hour or more after.Then there was Stacy, the redhead. She was from start port central and had the tightest cunt in the fleet. When I say tight, I mean tight. You almost needed the frictionless lube the maintenance guys use. I say almost because if you ever tried it, you would hardly feel a thing fucking. Then again, she was so. She hooked a leg over his, those luscious thighs nicely parted. I gave her a kiss, she responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth. Phil was busily running his hand around under the hem of her skirt, his hand working on her pussy now. his fingers underneath the thin red gusset, deep into her pussy. Margaret has great tits so I thought I would open up her blouse I eased them out of her bra cups her nipples rock hard, I started sucking on them one at a times. OMG Phil said I though she had nice.