.Shilpa devi ab acche se baithkar mere Muslim lund ko apne pavitra mun se choso… Mai uske samne baith gayi aur uske pakiza musalmani nukila lund ko ...pne hontou mein le liya..ajeeb mazaa aaraha tha mujhe mai Aslam ke lund ko apne hontou se chosrahi thi aur mere dono mumme uske knees se dabrahe the, usne mera sar apne lund per dabaya aur uska saara Muslim lund mere pavitra mun mein chala gaya. Mere hontou mein uska balls touch hone lage… Lund chuste hue maine jab uski aankho mein dekha usne. I guess we will have to go to the bar and order". "OK", she said. "I'll buy you a round for helping me with the cigar". "Sounds good", I said. When we got to the bar she asked, "what is your drink"? "Bombay Sapphire and tonic, and yours"? "Vodka cranberry", she said. "Of course, such a girly drink", I laughed. We made small talk at the bar while waiting for our drinks to arrive. When the drinks came I said, "what are we drinking to"? She laughed and said, "to new experiences". "Cheers to that",. ‘Look, Chris, don’t give me any of that male chauvinist crap!’ she snapped, going red around the ears, as she smoothed her skirt back down. ‘A woman can do just as good a job of this, as any man!’ He grinned, the tension suddenly broken. This was the Rita he knew and loved. ‘I don’t think a guy would be able to compete, on the equipment front!’ he replied, eyeing her up and down, appreciatively. ‘Why you…’ Chris grabbed her wrists, before her fists made contact with his chest, and he pulled her. We talked about the females on the stage. We talked about their Asses and tits and shit. It was weird taking to my sister like that. I held nothing back. I talked to her as if I was taking to one of my boyz. I'm not a big drinker and I'm not down with driving drunk. So I usually cut my self off after three drinks. My sister on they other hand was gunning them down. I didn't see any harm in letter drink what she wanted. She was with me and I was going to take her home with me. So she was in good.