May bister per lat gaia or unkay brest kay bary may soch raha tha kay who dobara uper agin or pani ka jag rakh kar jany ligin to mujh say puch kay nen...d to nahi a rahi may nay kaha nahi ap bathin batian karty hain who mary sath akar bath gain un ka jism mary sath tuch hora tha or unkay jusim ki garmai say mara lund kahra hogia tha.Maynay batian karty karty apn hath un ki pith per rakh jis ka unhoon nay koi notice nahi lia may nay ahista ahista apna hath un ki gand tak lay gia jab un ki gand per. Leaving his sandwich, Ben went down to the stage and started tossing bills at her. The only things the stripper had left on were her g-string panties and her platform heels. She gracefully strutted over to dance in front of him and he tossed some more ones on the stage for her. The girl scissored her legs opened and close in front of him and he could see her moist lips poking out around the thin string of her underwear. She was getting sexual excitement out of dancing.Ben pulled a $100 out of. I first checked for a pulse, starting with her throat and then her wrist. When I found none, I didn't know what to do. The woman was an alien. Did she even have a pulse like we did? Then I dropped my head down by her face to see if she was breathing. I didn't hear or feel any breath. I decided that I had to do something. I started CPR.It worked. I tried not to hurt the woman, treating her just as I would a child. Having no idea of what her internal anatomy was like, I had to guess at how much. As I walked out of my room wearing a dry pair of shorts, and with my t-shirt and arms over my head, I collided with none other than Helen, who was headed to her room. We fell ass-over-tea kettle onto the carpeted hallway floor, with her ending up on top of me. Both of us were too startled to move for several seconds, and I was helpless with my t-shirt holing my arms over my head, and covering my face. "Holy shit Trev!", she exclaimed, "I'm SO sorry...didn't see you...are you hurt?" "No, you.