Bdi sexy dikhti hai. To baat aisi hai k wo muje bachpan se hi badi pasand thi or bachpn me b jb hum ghr ghr khelte the to mai usko e apni biwi bnata t...a or uski gaand pe ferta or mzze leta. Or umar k sath hum bde ho gye or meri or uski bdi bnti thi mai aksar unke ghar jaya krta tha uska hath pkda usse choota but aage bdne ki himmat na hoti k agr kahin usne ghr pe bta diya to muje to mere ghr wale maar e daaleinge.Lekin mera mnn b bda krta tha usko chodne ka but himmat b ni hoti thi usko bolne. Next his shirt. Trembling now, the first touch of moist hot skin on skin as he removed my shirt as well. Void of hair except the treasure trail, my lips now focused on each nipple, swirling, sucking, gently nibbling. His fingers caressing my chest, touching the patch of hair, running it through his fingers, gently pinching my nipples. No pain, simply erogenous pleasure that radiated throughout my chest and groin. Back to lips, neck, nipples. Saliva on skin glistening in the ambiance. Finally,. ”I laugh, too.“Why are you still even going to poker?”“Well I don’t have to go on the train every time and if I’m not on the train I’m right there letting you donate all your cash to The National Bank of Robin.”“In your dreams.”Two weeks go by and again Robin is out early at poker night. I know he’s going to be gone fast. He’s grumbling about being out so early again. He’s putting on a pretty good show and then he comes over to my table.“Let’s see,” he says – motioning to my cards.I show him. ‘She could for a while, before she gave birth,’ she answered. ‘Not anymore.’ ‘Not anymore!’ The man was laughing. ‘Oh, my boss is a fool after all! A bigger fool than anyone else!’ He punched his phone again, and began to talk rapidly in Russian, too rapidly for her to pick out more than an occasional word. ‘Siny?’ he was saying. ‘The sons?’ And then ‘H’raak.’ It sounded even more menacing, more guttural when he pronounced it. ‘Well,’ he said, turning his attention back to Mary. ‘My boss,.