Meri sari kahani logo ne padhi sur ise bahot saraha, muje bahot sare mail aaye, i am rellly thankful to them ……. Jin ho ne meri kahani padhi aur m...je pail kia…….Ab me apni bat per aata hu, jese ki aap sab leg jan te hi hai, reena ke us ke gher per chale jane ke bad mu ek doosri chut dhoondh raha tha, anajli aunty jo bhabhi ki acchi frd hai, me apna poora dhyan ab un me laga ne laga, mene kafi bar bhabhi se kaha, lakin bhabhi aksar yeh kah ti thi me mene teri bat ki hai, kalin unka dever aur us. Yer headin’ fer Dublin?”“Yes.”And then he told me to go to O’Keefe’s pub in Conner Street, ask for Mary Kelly, to say I was a friend of Sean O’Reilly and to say ‘the oranges are good this year.’All very cloak and dagger. And there is not one name there that hasn’t been changed, and that wasn’t the pass phrase. But I told you that would happen.No one turned a hair when the trailer was unloaded and my bike set on it’s wheels by a couple of taciturn gentlemen and in moments I left heading south.. "It is my clitty and my pussy-lips SIR," she squealed with a sharpintake of breath; she was learning.I removed my hand and started to warm her up to her new torment. I beganhitting her at random about her exposed defenceless body; only this timegiving her the occasional stroke across her genitals. It only made melaugh to hear her pathetic pleading and sobs; she was not going to EVERwant to repeat a day like today, it would live on in her memory forever.After an hour of this punishment I could. She smeared the faux jism more than wiped it off, and I saw him twitch when she reached his crotch and gave it a quick squeeze. Jenny gave the onlookers a wicked smile and slowly wiped her dirty hand on herself, beginning at the base of her neck and not stopping until she'd passed her navel and reached the bikini.My eyes followed her every movement at least as intently as any of the guys, and I caught my breath as her fingertip just brushed the bikini. I'd thought it was tan, but I was wrong..