Me to dekh k hiaran reh gaya. Kya figure tha 26-24-28.mene usko bad pe leta diya or uske boobs pe honey dal ke choosne laga. Wo to ohnnnnn mhnn karne ...ag gayi. Tab tak wo ek bar jhad chuki thi. Sach boly to mera v likage ho chuka tha. Fir uska belly pe sarb dal k pine laga. Tb tak wo puri jos me aa chuki thi. Jaise hi maine apna paint khola wo saram se apna muh dhak li. Mene ek banana flavor ka condom lagaya or uske muh me pura dal diya wo thodi der bad puri masti se chusne lagi. Fir me apni. I attempted to start a conversation with her many times, and though she responded she never really said much. So I was surprised when she invited me to join her for a drink at a local pub after one of the monthly meetings.The place she chose was a quiet place compared to the other clubs. It catered to an older crowd that relished conversation rather than ear-splitting music. We took a seat at a corner table and ordered drinks and we chatted about our likes and dislikes, there was an interest on. You ran away before we had time to get better acquainted after we took you for that romantic ride in the country three weeks ago. We're in a lot of trouble over that little episode. You're going to have to make that up to us."She glared at him and responded, "Aw gee! I feel real bad about that! If I'd known you were going to get in trouble I'd have let you and that other gorilla rape me and kill me. I guess I just wasn't thinking."Her spunky response made me smile, even under these dangerous. Too much fake orange tan, constantly on her phone. Her blondhair in in a tight knot on the back and her blue-toned outfit was soskimpy it was just a few steps above a beach outfit. She carried a bookin her hand that seemed pretty ragged.Marianne hated her. Hated, hated, hated her. Her face got even sourerthen usual as the brainless one approached."Oh haiiii. Merry, Merry, I've got some book problems and I need yourhelp." She leaned forward pressing her breasts against the informationkiosk."What.