“Oh my God, Jeff, fuck me!” she said, pulling up her skirt. “What?” he asked, caught off guard. He stared at her light blue panties as her fi...gers shoved them to one side, revealing the dark curls of her bush. “Just put it in me, really quick.” She begged, “I just need you in me, just for a second!” He hesitated again, eyes on that beautiful pussy of hers. “Feel how wet I am.” She said, panting. He reached forward and touched his sister’s pussy. Sopping wet. And very hot. “Pleeeease Jeff?”. The years I had spent visualizing, manifesting, honing my skills and sculpting my frame, were about to offer a ripe harvest. She was all-in when it came to matters of matching my own acute desires and needs. Not only that, but she could write with the best of them, and she was creative in other matters. She also shared many of the same appreciations for the senses, including but not limited to music. She was aware of the energy and flow that erupted from our ‘centers’. She was the one I desired. "Fuck knows," he admitted, "she doesn't talk or recognize anybody, her husband included, but she just loves those Mars bars; do anything for them as you've just seen."We exited that area and we walked on down a long corridor to a pair of big locked doors. From my much small bunch of keys Keith showed me the right one to use."This area is a coma unit," he said. "All the local hospitals transfer the long termer here, save them bed space." What do we do with them?" I asked."We stick monitors on. 5”inches mota ho chukka tha, mita ne kaha dekho sabhi mere yaar manoj kaa lund batao kaisa hai. Sabi ne ek saath kaha jaandaar shandaar, nisha boli ek dum ghode k mafik. Rachna: aaj to gaand marwane main bhut maza aayega> Tabi mita frieze se sweet milk cream le kar aa gayi .main sofa per lags faila kar baith gaya , ab mera lund 90 degree k angal per khada hua tha. Fir mita ne mere lund per milk cream chupad di aoor saath hi dogi banne ko kaha aab main dogi ke position main thamita ne niche se.