Three men were awaiting them, two in mechanics' jumpsuits, another in street clothes. Only the man in street clothes spoke in Spanish as she was whisk...ed into a waiting Lear jet. Drugged and confused as she was, she noted the exterior design as one of Alexander Calder's whimsical abstracts, not unlike those he had done for Braniff Airlines.The interior was something out of a James Bond movie -- more like a luxurious hotel room than a plane, with a bar, plush arm chairs that swiveled and -- a. Gaya me haa bolne ke alawa kuch nahi kar sakta tha .Mujhe mom or mere naye dad ne kiss kiya or kaha mumbai me wait karna tab tak me tumhare naye bhai ko lane ka intazam karta hu ye sun ke mummy sharma gayi or bolo aap bhi na bacha ke samne kesi baat karte he .Phir hum mumbai laut aye aye or wo log 7din goa , lonawala sab ghum ke aye . Jab bhi papa ca call aata (original) ghar se puchne kab aa rahe ho and all me khuch bhana banta or mummy ko call karta mummy waha se call karti or papa ko manati. She remembered a very conservatively clad woman of strict values and high morale.She certainly did not know the woman she met as soon as the door opened. She seemed to fill the entrance with flesh. Huge balloons of HH proportions rode high on her chest. They were hardly concealed by a shocking pink lycra top.Its color almost made the enamel on Buffy's teeth crack.The woman also wore a tower of silver-blonde hair. It crowned the sluttiest face Buffy ever saw. Arching eyebrows had been painted. We were now all enjoying this really hot sexy situation, and urging each other to keep going as we fucked each other desperately to get each other off.The room was soon echoing with our groans and cursing as we fucked harder and faster once more, and I was plunging my cock in from behind Olivia so freely and fast, my balls were slapping against Veronica's face as she continued to lick her friends wet pussy that was wrapped around my cock.We were hot and very excited, sweat was pouring off of us.