Mai delhi me rahta hu mere kuch relative bangalore me rahte h ..Achanak kisi emergency ki wajah se mujhe bangalore jana tha…Ab itne short time pe fl...ght ka fair bahut high tha aur train me waiting mil rahe the…Flight aford na ker pane ke karan maine train me 2nd ac me waiting le li..5 waiting the to mujhe laga ho bhi sakta h confirm…Mujhe agle he din jana tha…Subah tk waiting 2 pe aa chuka tha mujhe laga ab to chart banne pe ho he jayege confirm…Train raat ki 8-30 ki the..Sham ko chart pan. Lydia was now thirty-six and, as her mother did, she looked about twenty-five. Her boobs had grown a bit and were now a nice pair of thirty-four Ds and since she never stopped breast feeding her Master's daughters she was still lactating. She quickly regained her former figure after giving birth to her Master's niece/daughter. Ann was the perfect replica of her mother Emily. She already had large thirty-eight DDs (from the way she was growing Eric expected her to end up with F or G cups), her. "That's pony girl 314," she said, "Without my costume I'm back to being Sandra Ottershaw." No wonder they called you 314," he laughed and he swung his jacket from his shoulders, "Here have my jacket." She took it gratefully but winced at the pain shooting through her arms as she slipped it on, it hung to half way down her thigh, "So where is this damaged path?"She glanced at the cart and her discarded costume, the ostrich feathers from her head dress now soaked and covered in sand and. No, I give up. I’m yours if you still want me. Do you?Yes. Yes. She said.Are you mine? he asked.Yes I’m yours, she said. Tell me about it.My mouth is yours. My ass is yours. My pussy is yours. My tits are yours. My hands are yours. How bout your heart?Yeah, that too.How bout your soul?Yeah, that too, she said.I’m yours too, he said. My cock, my mouth, my hands, my heart.How about your ass? she asked.Yeah, my ass too.How about your soul? she askedI’m thinking about it. Yeah, I think so. My soul.