I lift his shirt over his head, taking the cap with it. I want nothing to obscure his beautiful face. I take off my shirt and pull him close. Warm ski... meets. Lips meet. I run my hand down his back, and rub his soft, firm bottom. He squeezes mine. I move my hand to his belt, unbuckle belt and pants and try to pull them down. I sit up and he lays on his back. I pull his pants down and off as he lifts his bottom to let me. I see the outline of his dick pressing against his boxer-briefs,. "Do you guess how far it is that we have come from, Ragnhild?" He queries me coolly and unperturbedly. Of course! How can I ever fail to remember and let slip from the memory all that? I cannot. I mean ... we have traveled and tripped and toured a cheerful and joyless excursion and errand all in all. Yes. We have made a move and staggered our footing that deep and long mile away distance indeed. It is true...Without resolving or answering anything back to him, I go on to kiss and jar and clash. Par ek minute ruk.”Fir wo sindur ki ek dabbi leke aai aur boli “isme se sindur leke meri chut ke upar laga… Meri chut ki maang bhar de aur kar le meri chut se shaadi.”Fir maine unki chut pe sindur lagaya aur shaadi ki unki chut se..Me: “meri randi mami ab chudegi ya nai?”Mami: “haan mere mamichod bhanje aaj toh bahot chudungi. Ab tu mujhe mami mat boli sirf randi bol”Me: “ok randi ab per khol ke beth bistar pe.”Mami: “haan jaanu aaja chod le aaj mujhe”Fir maine uski taange failai aur wo haseen. He sat down on the couch as I quickly stripped. When I went to sit down next to him to cuddle he shook his head. “No Missy, sit on my dick,” he said huskily. Facing me away from him, he lifted me up by the waist with his strong hands and slid my pussy directly onto his cock. He lowered me down without stopping, pushing my shoulders down slightly so my cunt opened for him. Once my ass cheeks rested on his thighs he had me lean my back against his chest, my knees and legs spread by his strong big.