What indeed WAS bothering him were the thoughts of Lex Luthor that crept into his mind during his love making… or, more accurately, FUCKING. He had ...envisioned Luthor’s naked frame pounding into his wife. Clark imagined his foe staring at him with a devilish grin as Luthor thrust himself into Lois’ eager and gapping cunt. Clark had tried to force those images away by dedicating himself to giving Lois the best fuck of her life. But his thoughts of Luthor were persistent and somehow made their way. Us k baad hum nay french kiss shuru kar di. bohot der tak hum aik dusaray k hont choostay rahay or galay miltay rahay us k bad us nay meri chest k button khol diay or meri chest per kissing karnay lag gai wo meri chest per kat rahi thi or zor zor se kissing kar rahi thi me nay usay us k balon se pakra hua tha.Wo bohot jazbati ho rahi thi.me nay us k breast ko pakar k dabana shuru kar dia.or us ki qamis ko utar dia us nay black color ki bara pehni hoi thi jis me us k breast bohot hi payaray lag. Then it struck me I wanted to "make love" to her, that was something I normally reserved for more serious partners, "having sex" was how I usually viewed torrid, passionate affairs with lovers, both stimulating and fulfilling, the sex satisfying a mutual need, what was it that made me think in terms of love? Good looks, sure as hell hadn't affected me before ! I thought about what it was about her, I couldn't put my finger on any one thing but my feelings toward her were anything but casual,. " John, calm down. I was teasing. Come on, let's pull this out and look at them on the monitors in the control room. I still can't believe Downs showed you that, but those monitors have much better resolution." You do understand that contact is still out of the question," Agent Barnes said to me."Yes," I replied, none to happily, but also added, "you are going to get better pictures today, right?" I will do my best; she should head out for school soon. If yesterday was any indication, she's.