Mera mota lund uske gaand mey andar baahar andar baahar ho rahaa tha. Maine apne lund ko ek haath se pakad ke aur doosre haath se Reshmi ke kamar ko p...kad ke jor ka jhatka maartey huye bola ki “itna sundar gaand dekh key mera danda bardaast nahee kar sakaa to mai kyaa karoo.” Aisa kehtey huye mera raftaar aur badhaaya to Reshmi ne boli ke “pleeeaaaseeee nikaal do ab aur naheeee…” Magar unke is baat ka merey upar koi bhee asar nahee hua. Shaayad chudai ka pain uske bardaash ke baahar hai,. Ich ergriff sofort seine Hand und f?hlte michsicher. Das er dabei strahlte, wie ein Honigkuchenpferd, habe ichnicht gesehen. Als ich langsam meine Hand zur?ckzog, l?chelte er nur,sagte aber nichts.Als er Sekt f?r uns beide bestellte, war mir gar nicht wohl. Denn ichtrinke sehr wenig Alkohol, der in der Luft, sowieso mehr Wirkung hat,aber ablehnen konnte ich auch nicht, denn er war ja mein Chef. Wirtranken auf unsere Zukunft, die er sich bestimmt anders vorstellte,als ich. Ich war froh, als das. Dirty bastard,lol.I think he may have had a little trouble down below also,which was one reason Sarah was unfulfilled. I texted her when I was close,and she replied that the door would be open.I was to lock it behind me,and she would be in the back room.I found her house easy enough,and entered the house,remembering to lock it behind me.I called out her name and she called back,telling me to hurry,she was waiting.I went through the hall,through a small sitting rooms,and past a kitchen.It was a. She said that my snoring wouldn’t let her go to sleep, so she spent the night on the couch. What the fuck? How could that be?She was gone up the stairs before I could ask anything else, so I sat down to eat. My daughter asked me if anything was wrong, because I must have looked perplexed. I told her that everything was great and thanked her for making me breakfast. She said, thank you dad for my treat this morning. I asked her what she meant, but was getting very nervous about what I might be.