.Or usne use kaha tu sanjana ko le ke delhi aa ja jitni jaldi ho sakta he utni jaldi nahi to me teri wife ko sab kuch bata dunga ashish mann gaya or v... agle din sanjana ko le ke delhi aa gaya of usne hitesh ko call lagyi hitesh ne use milne ke liye bulaya ashish sanjana ko hotel me chor kar hitesh se milne nikal padaHitesh or ashish cp mile Hitesh- sale me tujhe jaan se mar dungaAshish- bhai mujhe maf kar de ye saab anjane me hua mene jaan ke nahi kiya..Hitesh- sale agar me teri wife ke sath. We gave her an unusual name--Argent. We kept her with us constantly for her first year. Then she went into the creche. There weren't too many children there so they all got a lot of attention. By the time she was eight she was past the mindless danger period and tested out into the general population. It was good to have her back with us. We both spent a couple hours a day, usually after dinner, helping her integrate her lessons into her understanding of the universe.We were tasked with a four. I reached around with each hand and held her jiggling breasts as I humped her from behind, Her nipples were as hard as rocks and she screamed louder as I rubbed them with each thundering pump. I told her I was ready and she begged for the taste of my hot load. I pulled out to feed my hungry beauty but as I did, headlights flashed our window. Thoughts of an arrest killed my hard on again as surely cops were checking on the only car left at this vacant restaurant. "Shit! Not again!" I thought to. And they were so soft, like a cotton pillow… Cotton candy. ‘will they taste just as sweet?’ I wondered and my hard on growing in my shorts at that thought. As she didn’t react to this, I became bolder and tried this “accident” once more.“What are you doing Varun” her voice was stern mixed with a bit of anger. Or I just might have imagined it, but it did scare me. “n-nothing” I stuttered as I stepped away from her, looking down and covering the boner in my shorts. As we walked home, I made a.