) Main usko waha le gaya who mere bike pe ek dum chipak kar baith gai uske pure 34” sike ke boobs mujhe touch ho rahe the mare land dhire-2 paint pe... he khada hone laga maine socha aaj moka aacha hai aaj iske jarur chuddia karunga phir dhire-2 maine uske boobs ko touch karna start kiya who mast hone lagi or uske nipples tight hone lagi main samaj gaya aaj yeh jarur chudege mujhse maine usko kiss kiya or T-shirt ke upper se uske boobs daba raha tha who b mujhe kiss kar rahi thi dhire-2 aandhera. The Olakana was an old medium sized freighter. In the spaces Katie worked it was neat if not clean, other spaces showed no effort at all. The bonded cargo was in a small store room, about a hundred large crates listed as medical equipment. They had been sealed and certified before they came on board. Any inspector would just check the seals, not open the crates. The money was in our account but could not be accessed until we could show proof of delivery. The other cargo was large agricultural. Justin held her so tightly, gasping and calling out, ‘I love you, god how I love you Sara.’ His voice straining as he attempted to speak through his own orgasm. Tears spilled from Sara’s eyes as she came, forming hot rivers down her face. ‘Oh Justin, I love you too, so very much.’ She stammered through her tears. Justin didn’t need to ask her why she cried, he knew of her pain and of the need she had for him. As they lay in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth and aromas of their love,. I cut up some vegetables and fruits for a platter, cooked some rice for the red beans and put together some chicken salad from a freshly roasted hen I bought the day before. Next, I made fresh limeade, put some beer and soda on ice along with a bottle of white rum in case mojitos were desired.As I was finishing I heard Anita put some Reggaeton music on, not my favorite but popular with younger crowd. It did have a good beat and soon Anita and I were laughing and dancing throughout the living.