Eyes tightly shut, lost in her own sexual world, it was a strained "fuck, oh, fuck..." as she came. Of course we had both stopped rubbing her back, e...grossed in what was happening. But once her body had relaxed our hands came to life again. "Thank you." Cherry told us. "That was wonderful!" Ryan replied in genuine appreciation of what she had allowed us to witness. I managed "hope you feel better now." my head still a whirl. I finished with what I hoped was not too perfunctory massage of. But the things you did,the real you, those things never changed. The ability to rewrite historyand change time is pretty significant." But my driver's license!" I cried, feeling like I was losing my grasp onreality."I changed that," she explained with a guilty giggle, fishing my walletout of her purse and digging through it to retrieve my driver's license. Ilooked at it and was surprised to see it still bore my name. "I was justmessing with you. However," she slipped the wallet back into her. Tak le gaye papa ka ph. Tha papa bole kya kar kar rahe ho unhone loudspeaker on kar diyaPapa: kya kar rahe hoUncle: kuch nahi bus aam chusne ki tayari hai(meri chuchio par hath farete hue bole) Papa: yaar muje aur teri bhabi ko to party mai jana padega subah tak hi aa payege tum tanu ka khayal rkhnaUncle: aaram se jao, yaar itne din ho gaye aaye hue koi laundia nahi mili koi jawan kali se khelne ka man kar raha hai, mai muskra rahi thiPapa: tumhari aadat gayi nahi kya abi tak jawan ladkio se. Well it was an in depth morning and the potted version is after the style of; I learnt of her husband Tom, her disappointment of his sexual enjoyment of her as a trophy wife, his having only 5” and his very vanilla doing his “duty” twice a week style. However he was now after a year or two of subtle womanly chat happy to pay for her to visit chaps like me in this country and overseas, for what she referred to as “therapy!” To this end she had tried a couple of very expensive overseas.