Mu bhabu thae samaste thila bele jadi mausa bou ra dudha chipu chanti ta hele samaste gala pare nischaya bou ku gehibe aau prakutare gehu chanti na na...i kemiti jana padiba. Mane padi gala ghare handicam achi sange sange casate pakei redy kari luchei rakhili college jiba purba ru on kari tike zoom kari chali gali. Mu thik dedha ghanta pare feri asili sete belaku bou rosei karu thila aau mausa tv dekhu thile chup ki mu camera off kali aau caset bahara kari nei gali. Bapa asila pare lunch kalu. We all seemed to be wearing down a bit, so we decided to snuggle and perhaps catch a little shut eye since it was now approaching 1:00 in the morning. We laid down on the bed with Janice between us and smuggled in a mass of bare skin. It didn’t take long for me to dose off.I woke to the chirping of birds outside the window and the sun shined into the bedroom. As I stirred Pete and then Janice opened their eyes and smiled at the memory of the previous evenings activities. I suggested a. Her had gripped his rock hard staff and squeezed to feel its firmness. A small fleck of semen escaped from the tip and mixed with her swirling spit.She plunged the cock head between her lips and sucked off the spit. She tasted his semen and smacked her lips at its succulence. She loved Felton.He was a lusty sort just like her. His cock was enough to keep even the hottest tart blissfully happy. Her talk of horse fucking had fired him up real good.She continued with her tale, hoping to raise his. What’s she like?” “Aly’s terrific!” “”No ego trips or diva crap?” “Aly? She’s a sweetheart! Believe me, you’re gonna love her!” ********************* One week later, May 2010 “Miss Tisdale? …. Miss Tisdale, are you okay?” Ashley looked dazedly over at the overly solicitous assistant the network had assigned to her. Until a few seconds ago it had been a normal press junket, typical of all the others she’d had to endure: nervous network functionaries running around massaging the press, the random.