Her legs are really long and pretty and the skirt so suited her especially with the high heels, I kicked off my jeans to try mine on, pulling it to my...waist and zipping it up. Twirling in the mirror I wondered what Daddy would make of us, showing almost everything. Mia stood at my side and I ogled her slim figure and wished I was just a little bit skinnier but we still looked just like real sisters in our identical clothes. “You look good yourself,” Mia enthused pulling up my skirt in a mock. Pretty painted toenails scrape up and down whatever part of her body they can reach while she eats me out. "Like that, baby?" "Yes," I coo."How about this?" she giggles as her hand snakes underneath me to strum my clit."Ahhh, that feels good!"She plays me like an instrument while I continue to test the strength of the steel. My wrist bones are bruising, serving as a pleasant reminder to enjoy later.Nerve-endings ignite while she licks up and down my dripping slit. Her fingers have joined in,. Taku kahili tate tk kiss karibi? Se kichi kahilani mun taku dhire 2 kiss kali se bi kiss kala mun ta dress uare ta dudha upare heta rakhi deli se kichhi kahilani tapare ta dudha ku ta dress upare chipili se khali san san hela,mun taku pacharili kan hauchi?Rina-jani niMun-tora kan hit heiniRina-tu dekhunuMun- tora hit hele kan hue and tu kan karuRina-mo dudu ra bhundi jaki hei jae nunu phuli jai nalua nalua hei jae aau nunu bhitare sal sal hue,Mun-ta pare tu kan karuSe kahila chup tora ete. He was known as ‘Hobo Joe’ from spending most of his life living on trains and in old abandoned shacks. He was an older gentleman, somewhere in his late 60’s. His hair was a beautiful shade of silver and was highlighted by his clear, blue eyes. He had a round face, full of ageless wrinkles and tanned golden-brown by the sun. As I spent that evening getting to know him, I found we had a lot in common. Our lives had both taken interesting paths that would lead down roads we would never regret. He.