To hum train me the me gujrat ma hu wo bhi gujju hi hai hum log Goa ke liye train me the. Aur ek hi bogi me the wo bhi apne family ke sath thi aur me ...pne dosto ke sath tha jese hi raat hui hum log ne apna apna khan nikala aur mene unke sath bat karne ke liye unko humara khana offer kiya to usne taste karne ke liye plate pakdi to mene hath ko kuch alag tarike se chhua muje kuch feel hua fir unhone bhi jyada nahi kiya just taste kiya to muje thoda feel hua ki dosti ho hi jaegi for dhire dhire. . My wrists! I lost control of my body and I just couldn’t prevent myself from pushing the woman’s pink thong into my mouth. I had to taste it. My head flashed again and I glimpsed a new shard of memory. I was lying on this bed. A woman was kneeling beside me but I still couldn’t see her face or features. Her dark hair draped her shoulders and neck. She was wearing the pink bra and thong. I could see the way the bra pushed up her breasts to form two round mounds that drew my eye - and made me. The four of us, Karen and I and Mister and Missus Mason, moved to swim in the designated direction. Our fins flapped lazily in the warm water. I felt almost no current as the four of us moved along. This fish were glorious as they darted around the coral and other objects that had been placed on the bottom. I was happy that it was clean with no trash. After a while, we lifted up to talk. Mister and Missus Mason were heading back to shore while Karen and I would stay out a little longer.We swam. They were touring round the marketplace looking at the goods and such, when they passed this small sandal shop.From inside they heard a gentleman with an Indian accent say, “You foreigners! Come in. Come indo my humble shop.” So the married couple walked in.The Indian man said to them, “I have some special sandals I tink you would be interested in. Dey make you wild at sex like great desert camel.”Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the man claimed, but her.