Mag sardarjine aaichya galavarun sxy style madhe haat firvarla aani ticha padar kadhala. mag tyane tila mithit ghetla aani tichya pathivarun donhi haa... firvu laagla. eka bajune to aalgad aaichya manela kiss karat hota. aaila aata thoda vichitra vatla. aai:”baba kay kartay”. sardarji:”halu, mhatari jawalun pahatey”. Mag aai pan tyala saha karya karu laagli. pan to matra kharokharich karat hota. mhatrine te pahila aani taratara nighun geli te doghe uthale. aai:”kay baba tumhi kharokharich muke. The rain was coming down hard, pouring off Alba’s armor in sheets, seeping beneath her helmet and making her short-cropped hair damp. It wasn’t doing much to lighten her already sour mood. They had been patrolling until sunset, and there had been no sign of Human resistance. The streets were empty, and the defenders were long gone. The Unggoy were pleased, but the Kig-yar were becoming even more restless than she was. They were bloodthirsty creatures, spoiling for the hunt, eager to sink their. Through it stepped a young woman in khaki vest over a white blouse with matching khaki skirt, ending at the knee. The vest was covered in sewn-on patches, like some kind of Scout. But she was too old for Girl Scouts, wasn't she?"Hello?" She took one step past the doorframe and stopped.Lore approached our visitor. "Hi. I'm Lore and that's Mr. Marcus. What can we do for you?"The girl pointed behind her to the stairs. "Mrs. Marcus told my mother that her husband was a photographer, and maybe he. “Come on,” he said in Natalie’s sultry voice.Norm’s nerves reasserted themselves in the bright light of the restroom. It was entirely possible that the guy would realize he was cross-dressed without the concealing shadows of the bar. Fortunately, there was nothing but hunger in the man’s eyes as Norm locked the door.Norm sat his purse down on the edge of the sink - and after a brief moment of worry for his stockings - dropped down to his knees. It was the easiest way to keep the man from pawing.