Tin…Mint tak bas,,mai use dekha to bola tab to wo yeh bhi nahi janti hogi ke jharna kya hota hai,mai udas hokar bola mara pahle hojata hai to isme m...ra kya kasur hai,wo bola koi baat nahi aisa aksar logo ko hota hai,fir bhi sab log apni patnio ko chudai ka bharpur maza dete hai,uski baat sun kar mujhe bhi umid jagi mai bhi nelu ko pura maza dena chahta tha par bebas tha,mujhe chup dekh kar bola chinta ki koi baat nahi tum chaho to nelu bhabi bhi ek chudai me ten char bar jharne ka maza le sakti. He could hear the barber create the shaving cream by stirring the soap with the brush. The hot shaving cream on the face, spread using the soft brush, felt great. As he sat there, the barber stropped the razor. The whick whick sound as the razor was pulled across the leather gave it a seriousness that a disposable blade never conveyed. The slow scraping as the whiskers were removed seemed to turn it into a ritual rather than a morning chore. Once the whiskers were gone, a damp towel was used to. Seeking out my engorged clit, before you withdraw your fingers to slide my panties off and down my hips and legs. I run my fingers over you head and back as you gently bite my ear lobes. “You smell so sweet,” you whisper in my ear as you trail kisses all over me, as if to devour me with your mouth…The press of your lips against me tells me that your need for me is deep and is a match for my need and craving for you. You move down and bite my shoulders and collar bone. Were losing ourselves in. No surprise. It goes with the territory. It was the lovely but crazy, crazy eyes ... divine, but deliciously bughouse. Just looking into them made my toe-hairs curl!When you’re Christmas Town’s only private investigator, you don’t tend to get the more honest and upright citizens for clients. Like the town’s snowplows and weekly garbage collection, I deal with all of steaming reindeer crap that everyone else tries to pretend doesn’t exist here in our winter wonderland utopia.Think about it ....