.. not...” spat the Paragon, her words half-choked. “You... are not... Father...”“Surrender!”I glanced at Kora. She clutched the amulet. Rub...y light flickered between her fingers. She was... controlling the Paragon. It was... remarkable.Greta snarled and charged in. Her watery sword slashed forward. Diamond droplets trailed behind her weapon. It wept her passion. She screamed, her hair dancing behind her as she slammed her blade into the Paragon's side.The rage surged across the Paragon's face.. If she is given too much space to think of these things, you have lost her. Don't let her know that you need to work hard for her orgasm. Even if you have been going forever, unless you want to keep going forever (or until she fakes it or gives up), you must not let her see you getting tired or bored. To you, her body is special. It is something to be conquered. Think of her as having different levels to beat. The ultimate boss is her orgasm.Let's begin. You are both dressed, but the obvious. Without a word, he brushed the hair out of her face and brought his lips to meet hers. She melted. The two lovers sat like that for what seemed like ages. Lips interlocked and tongues danced in and out of each other’s mouths, like teenagers making out on a parent’s couch. His hands explored her body over her dress, only touching the bare skin below her hem line. Jane could feel his want and knew he felt hers. His lips explored her neck and his sweet kisses became more forceful. She gasped as he. One day my wife told me, “our next door Panna Bhabi wants to live together with you.” I first got a shock and then understood that she is bantering with me. I asked her to explain in details and then she informed me that as Panna Bhabi became alone after departure of her two daughters, she need not hire an independent flat. So she is searching for a single room and proposed my wife to share our guestroom with her. Thus she will get a family environment as we are very familiar to her and our.