It depicted a faintly smiling blonde woman, probably in her late twenties, wearing a dark blue military uniform with medal ribbon bars on the breast. ...ehind her, against a gloriously cerulean sky, the painter had fashioned a Lancaster bomber. Like a black insect of ill omen, the aircraft contrasted sharply with the beautiful, rosy cheeked picture of health that was the woman. I need not have asked who the woman in the painting was for one look at her translucent blue eyes told me that it was. Mere saare sharir me sarsarahat daud gayi aur maine apne baye haath se bed ko kas ke pakad liya jisse mai hilu nahi.Mai dum saadhe pada tha ki unka haath aur sarka aur ab unhone apni poori hatheli khuli hui mere shorts ke upar se mere lund per rakh di thi. Unke haathon ka upar se hi halka sa sparsh pa kar mera mota lund tantana gaya aur andar hi badhne/machalne laga. Mai chah ke bhi rok nahi paya. Lund ke kada hote hi unhone upar se hi apne anguthe aur pehli ungli se gola bana kar halka sa. She refers to her jelly ass, which I can never wait to dig into. It is white, in contrast to the rest of her, with a hint of the texture of cottage cheese, with lots of soft lumps. Her skin and hair both smell so good that it drives me nuts. I will make a big deal about inhaling her fragrance and shell coo, Do I smell good enough to eat? Speaking of that, the aroma that wafts from her excited cunt is exactly what guarantees the continuation of the species, I swear to God. The woman, to me, is. ‘She’s never had diabetes, doctor. What’s going on here?’ Josh was beginning to panic. He knew he never should have let his wife decide to keep the baby when they first learned she was expecting. ‘If this kills her I’ll never forgive myself,’ he cried silently in the corner of the waiting room as Peggy spoke to the medical staff in the ICU. She returned to Josh and attempted to console him. ‘There was nothing you could have done that would have changed this. The doctors said some women develop.