Mom was riding him like a cowgirl and he was sucking her boobs and mauling them. They were talking dirty.Sharad: Aahhh.. Kya geeli hai teri choot. Aur...tight bhi. Kya majja aata hai tujhe chodne main. Aaaahhhh!!Mom: Haan raja. Evdhya varshan pasun koni chodla nahi. Society cha vichar karun tila ektila sodhlela. Pan aata nahi. Society geli bhosadyaat. Aj pasun fakt majhi choot and tujha lund. Aaaahhhh kya tight lund aahe tujha. Zorat ajun zorat jhav.Sharad: Marathi main baat karti ho toh pakka. "Ripe eno'," someone said loudly. "Give y' a crown for her."She quickly sold for two pounds and six pence to a fat artillery noncom who immediately hauled her off into the woods as he unbuttoned his codpiece. I saw him force the girl to kneel and did not have to see more."Here's t'other one," the auctioning sergeant cried happily, pulling a lovely girl up beside him and kissing her on the mouth with his hand behind her head. Her hands were tied behind her and her young body was clearly defined. Suddenly , somebody knocked on my door.I jumped and turned my tablet screen off and try to look normal.I looked at the door , the Bengali person greeted me.I shook my head and after formal greeting , he told me if I had a electric tester and cutter(he saw me earlier workingwith these).Some of electric circuit is not working in his room.I was not a electric or electronic mechanic, but I keep sometools out of curiosity.I handed him and he left after that. He returned it after few hours.He also. ‘Ma’am.’ He looked back at Lance. ‘Lance. G’nite.’ He turned and stalked out the door. It closed with a slam behind him. Boy! Lance had the nerve sometimes to just irritate the living daylights out of him. He walked down the hallway toward the main lobby. Lance tried hard not to laugh as Wesley stomped out of the room and both he and the girl ran for the window, peeking carefully out of the closed curtains at Wes’ retreating form. ‘Boy, is he gonna be pissed when he finds out he can’t get.