Vo boli bhaiya aap bahut gande ho aapke bare main maine kabhi aisa nahi socha tha.aur tabhi maine apna haath uski panty se baahar nikaalkar usko piche...se jakadkar ek jhatka apni left side diya jisse main uski peeth par let gaya.ab vo mere niche thi aur main uske upar uske dono boobs ko jakade hue.maine kiran ko kaha kiran tum bahut sundar ho main aaj tumko jee bharkar pyar karna chahata hun.uska man bhi kar raha tha lekin vo sharam se bol nahi paa rahi thi ,isliye vo boli thik hai bhaiya lekin. ... i felt dirty breaking eye contact, but i did! Right before she pulled her shirt over her tits. She could pass the pencil test, they were perfect!We had a long ride home, mila and i sat in back, i was behind clyde. The windows were open, we had no AC and before long the dampness of milas shirt was making her freeze in the wind. She asked me to hold up a towel so could change her top. I stuffed it in between the roof of the car and the metal that supported the roof . It was like a curtain. John had put on another of the 'Mistress of Pain' movies while everyone finished their breakfast. As those in the room whose attention was not on their food, had their attention captured by the Mistress' unique talent for bringing her victims to mind-altering, body-shaking orgasms, this explained why only one person noticed Ron's conversation with Louise and Marilyn."Is it my imagination," John said, "or does the 'Master of Love' have two new slaves to play with?"Ron turned and smiling said,. I had two children, though, and they needed me, needed for me to focus on them, on the future, on the big picture ahead.Oh, sure, I got involved in MADD, and prison ministries telling inmates how drunk driving affects the survivors, and fund raisers and on and on. These things I felt compelled to do for Ellen's memory.My first duty, though, was to my children, my angels, my little pieces of Ellen still left to me.I saw to my girls' needs, putting them in the best school I could afford,.