Bahar Rahul nee bhee gana shru diya – sajnee ab to aa zaa mere lund kee pyass bhujaa jaa….Menee toilet se hee gate huee zavab diyaa – saznaa tho...a tahroo mee hee saree kee saree tumharee……Menee gatee huee hee apnee tapaktee chut mee ungle mee shampoo lagakar apnaa ched bhee bahut ache tarah saf kar liyaa fer jasee hee apnaa badan pochhkar bra aur panty dhundnee shuru kee to mujhee dhyaan aaya kee vo to mee baahar bed par hee bhul aaye thee menee Rahul ko aavaz de kee mere bra aur panty pakdaa. Papa said he could ask for a beer or a pretty girl in over forty languages. Of course, Papa was a stercoration artist, so could be he was yanking Cindi's chain. (Papa once told me he met a girl in Algeria that was so sexy he would have crawled across a four-lane highway at rush hour, just to sniff the tires of the laundry truck carrying her dirty underwear to the cleaners.)Cindi and I settled in to do our homework at the dining room table. Dad and Papa decided that we were boring and headed off. "Oh, yeah! This is the only place I've ever seen this." What's with the sauce?" Oh, the color? Sun dried tomato and a little different spicing." After another bite, she looked around the room. "This is really nice. I've never had a room here. We're well off, but not that rich." How much is it?" You don't want to know. Just enjoy it while you can." Robin laughed."I've been told that this is not even one of the high end rooms." I believe it. I visited someone in one of the suites, once. Wow!". I started taping the whole thing as Tammi was squirming under his touch. I watched Chris pour warm oil on her legs and lowly massage her calves working his way up to her upper thighs. He then poured oil on her breasts and tummy and started to massage his way up, it was amazing watching his black hands caress her breasts and pinch her nipples. Tammi just loved every minute of it.Chris started to lick Tammi’s neck and moved downward toward her breasts, as his tongue circled her nipples you could.