Tumhare munh me nikal gaya.Me: don’t say sorry. Itna mast juice muje kab pine ko milta.. agar tum meri biwi hoti to roj subah chay ki jagah ye juice...ho pi leta.Ab maine usko ghuma diya aur uski gand ko dekha. Abhi iski gand me lund daal du aisi feeling aa rahi thi par socha iski tadap ko aur badhata hu. Maine uski gand ko apne hantho se dabaya.Dr.bhavini : aaahhh maja aa raha hai.Maine uski gand ki apne honth rakh diye.aur aage se 1 ungli uski chut me daal di.Dr.bhavini : mere sath ye sab pehli. As for the women and their daughters, they suffered a worst fate. They were to become COMFORT women for the Mongol army.As for the Khan himself, he had taken something that he liked. As the Swedes in Turin were all rounded up, the Khan had asked who was in charge of Turin. The people had all pointed out to a Mr Masterson. The Khan wanted him and his entire family sent to a house which he had taken to occupy, the very large mansion which the Mastersons were living in.It was a very large. She ain't probably had a REALman in months!" she exclaimed, chuckling as her slender hand fishedinto the brown paper bag again."Yeah..." sighed Polly, smiling and rolling her eyes, completelycontent but still breathing quite heavily. She noticed Kristinsuddenly looking inside the paper bag again and asked, "Say,Lou...whatcha doing now?"Kristin turned to Polly and with an ecstatic sneer, pulled out amedium-sized leather harness with an 8-foot shiny black strap-onattached. "Why, just gettin'. ’ He slides the spear half way into her mouth and then he mashes it into her face. She swallows what portion she can and wears the rest.‘Look at my messy little girl.’He picks up a piece for himself and eats it. ‘Mmm, fresh, sweet, and juicy. Just the way I like ’em.’She smiles at him.‘Want an egg?’She nods yes.He takes one of the poached eggs and eats it. ‘Done perfectly. Poached eggs are so much better then fried.’He picks up the other egg by the edge with his fingers. It is poached just.