Mujhe mera lund meri jeans ke bhar aane ke liye chilla rha tha me unhe chusta rha chusta rha or sangeeta ke boobs mere hatho me the vo dard se awaze n...ikal rai thi aaaahhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh aaaaaarrrrrraammmmm seeeeeee pleaaasseeeeeeeee mai kahan rukne wala tha me bhut tej ragad rha tha tabhi mujhe yad aaya mujhe jana hai bike hai bahar koi aa gya to natak ho jayega isliye maine jaldi se apna 8 inch ka lund nikala or sangeeta ke muh me gussa diya vo kuch soch pati tab tak mera lund uske muh me jaa. Ami chup kore oder golpo sunte laglam.Rimi:-tor baal gulo koto boro re..Ekdom africar jongol.Taposi:-tomar aro besi..Ami dekhechi.Sedin jokhon tmi kapor porchile..Rimi:- tor keu dudh tipeche??Taposi:-ha ekjon tipechilo..Tomar?Amar esob kotha sune kamon ekta hote laglo..Barata fule fepe 10 inch er akar dharon korlo..Amar dhon ta emni te khub boro.Tar upor amar sex khub besi dine 2 bar handel na marle amar sex kome na..Barata dekhteo khub khasa ei mota sizer 3 angul mota ar khub boro.Kalo kuch. ” She replied when the older woman was finished explaining. “I mean, if these things are real, why aren't you shielding the rest of the crew like you are me?” “That would be commander Data's experiment.” Guinan replied, nodding towards the now garbed android. “Indeed. When we first arrived in this system we used the ships shields to block out the radiation. However, I realized that, if there was a catastrophic failure of the shields for any reason, the entire crew would immediately devolve. My sister had proudly bought a cookie jar at some point during their marriage, thinking it was cute and homey and that when they had kids she could put cookies in it. I don't think Patrick had given it much thought, and I don't think it was there for any sentimental value or anything. I think he just took it because she probably left it behind, like so many of her disappointments. But that cookie jar brought me back to reality and sobered me up a bit."Stop," I protested weakly, sounding more.