We would smoke everyday and night. ---* So one day we goto the beach with her son, its summer. the only thing hotter than this So-Flo sun is Sara in ...er bikini. So we leave the beach and goto her house. she tells her son to go take a shower then out of nowhere she turned to me and asked if i wanted to take a shower. I said "with you?!" she turned around and went to her glass shower stall. I took my shirt off so aggressivly i hurt my neck. LOL i hit my elbow on a table taking my shorts off, i. Who came to join them was usually a surprise.This complicated seeming arrangement was a product of the chatting that went on among the women during the day. The division of work in the house was fluid. As the day progressed, each woman communicated what she wanted, was worried about, or was interested in. Consensus was used to determine who would sleep with who. The men weren’t there, so they weren’t consulted.As odd as that sounds to those of us who live a more conventional life, it worked. Mujh par masti chane lagi .maine use baho me kas lia uske hoto par apne hoth rakh kar joro se chusne laga bahut hi hot thi wo aaj pahli bar ahsas hua uske narm hoto ka wo bi mujhe sahyog kar rahi thi.hatho se uske boobs daba raha tha ar wo muh se awaje nikal rahi thi..or jor se …ab tak hum ak duse ko bina jane hi sab kuch jan chuke the ar hamare bich Ki shram gayab ho chuki thi is samay wo meri jan ar mai uska premi tha jo barso bad mile the.masti me wo chollane lagi thi anil chod dalo meri. She was stretching again, arms high over her body; stretching and yawning as Tracy moved quickly behind her and sank the blade of her knife deeply into the blond terrorist's right armpit. The woman's yawn stopped short and became a strangled coughas the knife, buried to the hilt, sliced an artery and cut off blood to the rest of her body; the shock was immediate. The woman tried to turn her head back towards Tracy in a vain attempt to see the cause of her sudden pain. Tracy then forced her body.