" Then I recognised the Tardis from Dr Who on a shelf, probably the only thing I could identify properly. "Oh you like Dr Who. Who's your favourite?" ...He mentioned a name I think I recognised and I just said,"Yeah he's mine too. He's the best." He then gave me an explanation as to why he was the best.It was hard work getting him to talk to me but eventually he did and showed me the models, explaining who and what they were. To be honest as he spoke all I could hear was the theme tune to the. Mummy ka jhuda aur uspe black hair net mummy ko ek sexy rand bana raha tha. Fir maine unka ek haath uthaya aur unke armpits ki khusbhu ko sunghne aur chaatne laga.Kya khusbhu thi, dosto. Thodi der hilaane ke Baad Rathore sir bole.Rathore sir – Sirf hilaegi kya meri jaan.Aur meri Mallu mummy Leela ke jhude ko pakadke apne lund ke upar jhuka diya. Mummy bhi ek randi ki tarah pehle Rathore sir ke lund ko sunghne lagi aur unke lund ki khusboo lene lagi. Fir Leela ne apni jeebh nikali aur Rathore. Then we'll talk." I walked up the stairs as they continued to carry on about rumors and gossip walking up behind me. Tera drew a bath for me in the hot-tub while Connie brought towels and my clothes.I didn't have to raise a hand. They bathed me from head to toe, and both of them lingered on my cock for to long. The towels were warm from the drier and felt great as they buffed my body to a shine. Tera smile mischievously as she hung her towel on the convenient hanger I provided.My erection was. Tall, blonde, big boobs and long long legs. I could see Sue was impressed. “Looking forward to tasting her?” I whispered and she just gave a low moan.We all sat down and Alfred was right. I recognised the MP from posters I had seen at election time. He was actually the MP for our area. The other guys I didn’t recognise. Most were older than me and a bit portly. I felt like the new boy on the block. Everyone chatted away, mostly legal stuff, while we ate dinner and sipped wine. I could see a.