Main jab jhuki to usne peeche se meri kamar pakad li aur bolo, “uff, Teri gaand…neelu, ab ise bhi de de…”aur main use kuch kah paati, usne mer...i gaand par thuk lagayaa aur apna lund rakh kar ek jor maara…meri sach me cheekh nikal gai. Main dard se rone lagi, “Pleasseeeee isi rahne do…baad me le lena”. Usne mujhe pyar se kahan, “Raani, binaa gaand maare tujhe nahi chhodungaa…teri gaand ne is lund ko pagal bana diya hai..tujhe deni hi padegi…abhi pyar se le rahaa hu… Warna main jabardasti. "Way too much talk, but since this is special indeed I am generous enough to forgive you once more."And raised his glass, took a long sip, smiled hugely, smacked his lips and stated categorically."Bert, as long as you serve drinks like this you may talk as much as you want. Heavenly, no other word for it. More please, I got to have more." See, Elise, I didn't promise you too much, did I now? Wilbur larger than life."Elise acknowledged my words with a smile and a happy nod towards Wilbur but. I know he wants to. He's going to do it."While inhaling deeply; he blew a breath of hot air down her breasts. Without hearing stop, he boldly pulled her blouse back to her shoulders and slid it off, throwing it to the floor.Lifting his shirt up high, her eyes feasted on the site of his rippling chest, as he pulled it over his head and off. Tossing the shirt to the floor, his eyes focused on her bra. Looking into her eyes for a clue, she blinked nervously.He wanted to pull her bra off her right. I usually spend the time hunting, since all sorts of animals are on the move during the fires. I went down the back stairs and into the garden. The day was warm and the sun was bright. I looked to the tub remembering and then I saw Terri beyond the tub near the first big oak tree closest to the home. She was painting. I walked over to her and stood at a little distance behind her. She was so absorbed in her painting that she didn’t see me. She was painting a scene with her son and two other.