...' You grunt as he abruptly withdraws his finger. Your thighs are running with your juices. John glares at you. 'I had to... you moan I couldn't hel... it..' His face is a mask.'To the chair!' he rasps. Sighing you move to the armchair in the middle of the room. You kneel in front of it, rest your hands on the seat and lean forward over it. 'Get your bottom higher' .... John snaps. You move your knees back, arching your back so that your bottom sticks out. 'Please, darling,' you say. I've...'. Mujhe se raha nahi ja raha tha.. maine apni pant thodi utar de aur usee gand de di.. wo apna lund meri gand par ghasne lagaPhir maine uski pant niche kaar de.. uska lund hath me liya.. uska lund patla aur chota tha..Hum pure nange ho gaye.. aur ek dusre ke badan ko touch karne lage.. maine apne gand pe oil lagaya aur uske lund pe bhi lagaya.. wo puri koshis kaar raha tha apna lund meri gand me ghusane.. phir maine gand lose kari aur usne ek jhatke me apna lund ghusa diya.. mai daar se pagal ho. "He frowned briefly. "Well if you need someone to show you around town, you can always ask me. I'm usually home all day. You said that you paint? What do you paint? My son paints houses but I imagine you do something nicer." I paint my desires," I told him. The shy smile that came to his lips warmed my heart.He was mine now.I gathered my paintings together for one last look before my husband burned them. The variety amazed even me. Where did such carnal images come from? Why did they never. Soon they were spreading out across the hummocks of grass and isolated copses of water-loving trees, each hoping to be the one to make the first sighting.Parting a curtain of high grass, Pudsdale caught sight of movement in the marsh reeds just up ahead. His pulse quickened. Could it be the rara avis? he wondered. He pressed on toward the tantalizing flash of motion, progressing slowly so as not to disturb his feathered quarry. He saw a flicker of motion again, just up ahead. Clutching his.