Eva smiled at a pale and decidedly elegant David Bowie as he walked past with Iman, equally elegant and much darker, of course. He smiled back, meetin... Eva's eyes for a split second, and nobody stopped them. Apparently they didn't need invitations. The one Eva and Wolfgang had stolen contained a thin electronic chip embedded beneath the silk paper and goldleaf lettering. That might have posed a small problem if the rightful owners reported the invitation missing, but it was unlikely they'd wake. My cock was rock solid and I wasn’t hiding it very well. Jen turned around and bent over slowly, teasing me with a perfect view of her nice round ass. ‘You are hands down the hottest woman on the in the universe. How did I ever get so lucky?’ ‘Flattery will get you nowhere Jared, but thank you.’ She moved to the edge of the bed and crawled towards me. This time I was the one biting my lip. When she reached my cock, she smiled. ‘I think it’s time I let this guy out to play.’ She pulled my boxers. Ab ghar pe hum teeno he the seema roj ki tarah college gyi uske baad uska tution tha to wo sham 6 baje tak aane wali thi mane socha ki aaj shi mauka h m bathroom me gayi aur nahane lagi ab naveen apni jagah pe aa chuka tha mujhe pta tha wo muhjhe dkh rha h isliye m jaan bhujkar use alag alag tarah se apne jism k darshan krwa rhi thi . M nahakar apne room me gyi aur naveen ko bulaya aur use dantne lagi ki wo mujhe nahate hue kyo dkh rha tha mne use dara diya ki m mom ko bta dungi aur wo rone lag. The blonde, who had been facing Stanley, stepped over the hose that stretched between her car and the gas pump, revealing a long stretch of thigh, and stood with her back toward her ogling admirer. She'd changed her position on purpose, Stanley thought, giving him he chance to appreciate her round bottom, just as he'd admired her bountiful bosom, narrow hips, and long, tapering legs. Stanley smiled, wondering whether the blonde was a chorus girl or an exotic dancer. Maybe she was a stripper..