Banda kunei momi bia re tike ghasi bhus kina bhitare purei deli. Nalua bia bhitare mo hard banda ta bhush kina pasigala. Mu tike adjust kari dhire dhi...e gandi ku halei halei momi ku genhili.Aaaahhhhaa momi aaaaahhhaa momi. Gandi ku dhire dhire upara tala karuthili. Banda straight momi bia bhitare pasuthila Baharuthila. Genhiba aramba heijaithila. Mu momi godo ku hatare dhari basiki dhire dhire genhuthili. Aaahhhaaa uhhh momi masta laguchi.Haaan momi ku genhuchu.Ohhh momi genhibare puni. Pete Peterson was happily surprised to see her. She was much prettier than on the photo she had send him after being chosen. He knew she was good looking, as she had said so inviting for the contest. The twinkle in his eyes and involuntary smile made her trust him, right from the moment they met in the lobby. She radiated her fresh beauty. At her 18th birthday. They looked like an ideal couple. Dressed at their best. She accented her her tall slender figure with a long evening gown. She didn´t. Didn't you hear me shouting - or are you stone fucking deaf and well as terminally fucking stupid - which last I have long known about anyway?"Harriet did not cease smiling at this and Gwendoline saw the funny side of it herself."Let's amble back along the road, darling. It's still early in the day I fell we could be lucky!"For some time it seemed that Gwendoline's optimistic prognostication was right until that lady glanced over her shoulder and promply relieved herself of yet another string. Immediately! So he'd done so...and what a hot orgasm it was!?He'd thrown away the soiled Kleenex, and Fanchon had locked him up once more, telling him. "Now I don't want you to ask for any more orgasms this week. I want you to give me three orgasms a night until next Friday (this was on Wednesday) not this Friday, and then I'll let you fuck me NEXT Friday, if you've been a good boy."?And she'd rolled over and gone to sleep!?To say she made it difficult for him with all the teasing and denial.