...She strips from her fingers and arms, the beautiful jewelry that Ilsahas allowed her to adorn herself with...all but one thing....a blackleather br...acelet on her right wrist, worked around with plain silverwire....That she will wear.....As she walks, she squeezes it with her left hand, tighter and tighteron her wrist....without noticing.The woods are dark...and Chani hears noises in the brush....twigssnapping, branches swaying, the rush of the wind through the trees.Her head snaps around as. Im liking it….oh yess….keep going, she had her 1st orgasm. We changed position and went into a proper missionary position with me going for deeper strokes while squeezing her boobs and kissing her lips. I still think missionary is the best position and we both enjoyed this for half hour.I explored her entire body while on top of her, kissing her lips, neck, ears, and boobs. I even went down on her pussy again and smelled the juices which took me to heaven.She sucked my nipples and kissed my. But you must admit, you’ve dug a bloody great hole for yourself, and …and…you went…and stuck…your dick in it,’ and off she went into another paroxysm of laughter. I could only sit there next to her and fume at her, to me, unfunny jokes. ‘Are they all yours?’ she asked when she stopped laughing. ‘Well I’m pretty sure they are,’ I replied. ‘Well the proof of the… the proof of the … the …pudding … is in …the eating!’ she burst out with and again went off into another bout of hysterics. I. She was surprised to see that reply. She asked, “Prashant are you serious or joking?” I said, “It’s not a joke, sent from my heart.”She replied I was waiting for this reply for last 10 years. I got more emotional and sent a reply, “Hug U Bhagya.”She said I was a completely different Prashant this time. I replied, “Yes, earlier I was controlling my emotions. But this time I couldn’t control myself after knowing you are still in love with me after 10 years.”She started to cry in emoticons and.