Amy ducked suddenly and pulled her head up to look at me. ‘That tickles.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ I lied. ‘No you’re not,’ and swatted my hand ...away as I tried to reach her ear again. I sat up and grabbed her shoulders flipping her over and under me. ‘No,’ I kissed her, ‘I’m not.’ And kissed her again. That was a position I’d have liked to have stayed in for the next eight or nine hours, but my bladder had other ideas. Reluctantly I finally rolled off her and excused myself and went to the bathroom. . I step back to watch you two. Such a gorgeous sight your lips on his. His hands ravenous for you. Your hands pull his t-shirt off. His hands expertly rips open your shirt. The sight of your bodies is too much for me; I have to join in. My hands explore both of you. His hands slides around to my back and he pulls me close. He starts to kiss me, and his lips are soft and moist and his tongue slowly explores my mouth. I can feel your lips on my ears and you whisper 'let's see what's in his jeans'. Fir wo mere aage aaya aur apna lund mere munh main ghusa diya.Thode der baingan ko waise rakha aur fir dhere dhere ander baahar karne laga.Mujhe maza aane laga.Amit bhi ye dekh kar khush ho gaya aur bola ‘jab mera lund ander jayega to aur bhi maza aayega.’ thode der wo waise hi karta raha aur fir mere peeche chala gaya,baingan nikala aur jhat se apna lund ander daal diya.Lund la supada ander ghus gaya.Mere eyes kea age jaise andhera cha gaya.Uska lund baingan de dugna mota tha.Maine amit se aur. " It wasbest not to say anything. I went into the corner and opened the book tofind the nursery rhyme.After about an hour I knew it pretty well and my wife walked back in."Now put the book down and take me through it," she smiled. "Twinkle,Twinkle little thtar." I started and went through the poem faultlessly. Icurtseyed at the end. "Oh well done although you wont be able to curtseywhen you are doing it for real!" she shrieked. I wondered what thatmeant. "Come with me." I followed her.