Mr.mehata ko apne ghar diner pe bolaya tha aur maine aur priya ne wnaki khub khatir ki ti aur abhi ek hapte bhi nahi huwe the ek jaise hi mai apni off...ce pahooncha ki mujhe pwun ne kaha ki sir apko boos ne bulaya hai mai jaise hi unake caibin me pahoonch boos ne mujhe congrech kahaaur mera parmosen lettar mere hath me thama diya maine bhi boos ko thanks kaha to boos ne kaha ki sirf thanks se kaam nahi chalega party deni hogi to maine kaha thik jaroor donga aur fir sham ko jab mai ghar pahonch. . But I really regret what had happened in past.She: its ok bhaiya, you can always start fresh, why not from today itself?Me: hahaha…I wish I could, but I don’t know what you are talking about?She: oh.. You know what I am talking about.Me: (serious mode) what? You really should know how to express yourself?She: ok.. Look bhaiya when you went in Mumbai, and the year my dad died, we were completely lost and it was uncle (my dad) and aunty (my mom) and both didi (my sis) they helped us whenever we. And her. I wasn’t sure just how many women were left out in town, but if an all-female group was added to the new religion, it would go a long way toward breeding out Christianity in terms of the next generation. If the only Christians left were men, the faith would die out eventually, plain and simple, just like Mithraism.“She really must have a strong Sapphic side, I gather,” I commented as I drove further up Emma’s asshole, making her gasp and bite her bottom lip with the pleasure and pain. Their faces sported mixed looks of pleasure and mystification. “Weird,” Sam mused as he continued to jerk on his dick.It only took a few more strokes for Sam to realize these men were all caught up in the same magical transference of pleasure that kept Valentina rooted to her chair. Somehow they were all enjoying Valentina’s pussy just like him.Remorseless, Sam continued to masturbate. The group’s collective pleasure only seemed to intensify. The only one apparently not affected by the transfer.