Maine uski gardan pe kiss kiya wo kucch nahi boli.maine uske hoth par kiss kiya aur uski ankh me dekha.wo bahot khush thi.humne 15min tak lip kiss kiy.....Maine pass mai padi bottle me se pani piya.bhabhi boli muje bhi pina hai.maine bottle di par wo boli aise nahi tumhare muh se.mene pani pi kar uske muh me diya.ye muje bahot achcha laga.maine uski bra khol di aur uske nipples suck kar ne laga..bahot tasty the uske boobs..ek hath se boobs raha tha aur dusre hath se uski panty nikal raha tha,wo. All their clothes and personal hygiene was packed in there. Now my friends girlfriend had a lovely pair of tits, and have fantasized about her many times.She certainly wore some low cut dresses and t-shirts to enhance those big tits of hers. Her cleavage was certainly something I have witnessed time and time again. I loved looking at those big tits through her clothes and even her swimwear. I just wanted to see how big her bras were and what panties she wore. So you can guess where my eyes were. The chair I was tied to was ancient–it creaked each time I made the slightest movement. If I could topple it over there was a possibility that it would shatter, allowing me a chance to escape. Only a slight chance maybe, but even a slight chance is better than no chance. I would need to keep my wits about me, and keep de La Zouche talking, while I wriggled in the chair, trying to loosen my bonds and at the same time putting more stress on the fragile wooden chair."So, where are these diamonds,. No job, no responsibilities. I live rent-free in my parents' guesthouse at one of our mansions. Mostof the week I sleep well past noon, get drunk, pick up random chicks,and hang out with my friends. Well at least that was my life untilabout a year ago. It turns out I have a kid and the kid's mom waskilled in a drunk driving accident. I'd like to say I was heartbrokenby her death, but I actually don't even really remember her. She wasjust one of a string of random hookups. I always use.