”“As it should be. But if we can get back on topic, please. I like to fuck. You’re supposed to be pretty good. Therefore, why would I not want t... fuck you? No strings. I mean, we’ll have to be civil to each other afterwards at the very least because of Emmy, but I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. In fact, you’re pretty cool and I reckon we can be pretty good friends. Friends with benefits, obviously.” She smiled this time, rather than grinned. A genuine smile rather than a mocking one.. ”Malti: My mother also did this a few times when I was a child, but I drank her milk afterward.Priya: How old were you when you drank dudh?Malti: I drank her dudh till I was six or seven.Priya: I too drank till 11. You still seem to have a lot of dudh as you still feed Bunty.Malti: Till 11? Priya, your maa had that much dudh?Priya: Na Bhabhi, I would suck her choochi whenever I liked to.Priya opened her eyes, Malti’s large breast was still out. Priya looked at Malti and turned her head towards. No sooner did the word "SOLD!" echoed through the room a gentleman around the age of late 20's early 30's sat next to me. He was well built and his bright blue eyes seemed to pierce my skin. I wanted to speak to him, but my voice wouldn't work. Good think he spoke first."I wish I would have been here sooner. I really wanted that truck." He spoke and smiled warmly in my direction."Yeah." I replied. " It sold pretty cheap too." So what's a young and fine looking girl like yourself doing here at a. ”Another woman said, “Me too.”Bunny replied, “Tell him he can’t bid if you don’t serve as a prize.” They nodded.It took two meetings to plan how it would work. Not the fucking part, but the pairing-ups. They couldn’t figure out how to keep something that intimate both worth the price and anonymous. One woman, who was an attorney, said she would draft an agreement that participation could not be used as a basis for any later legal action. Both husband and wife had to sign for either to.