~Such a beautiful evening. I wish she was here.~"Who?" Tamara asked."Oh? I didn't realize I was thinking out loud. My fianc?e." Your fianc??" She died...two years ago. Cancer. I guess technically it's ex-fianc?e." I'm so sorry to hear that, Isabelle." Tamara gently laid her hand ontop of his. "I'd like to hear more, but you don't have to tell me ifyou're uncomfortable."Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the anonymity from the Exchange,but he didn't feel the usual need for secrecy. It was true. It was bigger than her finger but small enough that the oil allowed it to slide in without much resistance. She gave it some turning motions, sawing its way into him. Once it was fully inserted, she turned the knob on the base and it buzzed to life inside him.“Oooooo, oohhhh ... that’s ... pretty intense...” he said, wriggling around on the bed. Emma let go of the toy and it started to slide back out. That wouldn’t work for her plan but luckily Amelia had suggested an item to fix that.Sliding. Thodi der bad doorwel baji. Mummy ne door khola.Aaj imran bhi hero bana hua tha.Imran mummy ko dekh smile kiya to mummy ne bhi smileki.Aaj dono ki aankho me kuch alag hi khuaab tha.Mummy or imran dono kahana khane lage.Imran mummy ko sexy nigaho se dekh raha tha.Mummy bhi use dekh rhi thi. Lakin dono me kuch bat nhi huyi. Khane ke bad mummy kichen me chali gayi.Imran bhi kichen me gaya.Mummy bertan rakh rahi thi . Piche se imran aakar mummy ko pakad liya.Mummy ke muh se aah nikal gayi. Imran ke. Then nothing.-Cave Girl Evita was quite the young lady, Phil was finding.It all started when, trying to jump on him like a sexy, slightly smellypuppy, she'd knocked his Tom Collins out his hand and onto the carpet,already fetid with Evita dirt."Dammit Evita, could you stop that shit?" Yessir!" said Evita. Her face, he noticed, wasn't in a dumb smile forthe first time that day.10 minutes and a freshly downed Tom Collins later, Phil was surprisedto find Evita had stopped frolicking. She sat.