Or zoor s.e cho..odo. Ab sarita ki halat past hone lagi thi aur tisra ladka bhi zhad gaya tha..lekin abhi to 4 aur baki the…jitu ne bola;;;ab ek kaa... karo isko lund par bithao…aur jitu ne 4th ladke ko bola; tu iske niche ghus ja aur apne lund ki sawari karwa…meri sis ne bade araam se unki baat man li aur us ladke ke lund par chad gayi..usne uska lund apne aap apni choot ke niche rakha aur dheere se use ander lene lagi…ye to aur painfull that aur woh fir se chillane lagi..ahhh.uhhhhmaaaa bahot. Was this my prompt to go for it - 'I'd like all of it off'She blushed a little and said 'slowdown only the cardigan today' - she was definately flirting so I kept up the attention in the hope of maybe sealing the deal.She seemed to understand that i was flirting with her but it could be like pulling teeth sometimes to get a response from this shy little girl. After some what seemed like considerable time and effort, eventually, after cementing a friendship, conversation got around to her. " I was trying to be polite and not show any resentment about her decision."Honey, it's not what you're thinking, well... it is but," she came closer to me and placed a hand on my leg, her voice was almost a whisper. "As I said, I thought about everything carefully and came to a conclusion. You were right when said there is something between you and me, and if you and I agree and keep it in secret then it's OK. This morning you asked me one thing that I didn't dare to answer but I will do it. Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Mariah 377, manufactured in October 2072, too late, it turned out, to be of any influence on the final resolution of Civil War 3 that finally settled matters for good. I, like a few of the more advanced Mariah models, have a small but succinct history of the former United States of America implanted in my memory files to act as a guide for why I was doing what I had been programmed to do. Believe it or not, my main function is to strike terror into the.