Sail up the lake, turn at the buoys. Tack back and forth into the wind. It's always the same ... over and over.What happens if you win? Is there money... in your pocket? A trophy for the shelf? No? Your crew picks you up and throws you in the water. Never race with your wallet in your pocket ... if you win it's sure to get soaking wet.This is supposed to teach you sportsmanship? Train your crew to a fine pitch and they toss you in the water? And that's just the beginning. You're soaking wet but. Aur aesa ho bhi kyu na, akhir hai to woh ek shadishuda pativrata naari hi. Kahin na kahi, unko family ki respect kharab na ho jaye iska dar sata hi raha hoga.Isiliye, itne garam ho jane ke bawjood bhi, apni kaamagni badi mushkil se control karte huye, unhone bhaiya ko ek chota dhakka diya. Jisse bhaiya thoda piche ho gaye.Mummy waise hi, khule gire huye paalu ke saath aage daudte huye ayi. Aur dining table ke paas bhaiye se darwaza, ulte tarf face kar ke khadi thi. Woh apne hathon ko cross kar. She almost attacked the young man on the spot. ‘Fuck you!’ She hissed, her soice soft but choking with deadly venom. ‘Don’t you talk to me. Don’t you dare. As if-rich boy like you notice Jack getting his ass kicked?’ And if he had noticed? A boy like this? He’d have stood around to laugh. Not stepped in to stop it. He read exactly what she was thinking and his eyes narrowed. ‘You don’t know me. Don’t presume to judge me.’ And Lindi lost it then, she actually spat at him. And that wasn’t her. "Peel!" he ordered.Pal slipped her fingers under his leather waist-band and pulled downward, peeling the briefs as far as they would go -- to his ankles.Then Paul rested a hand on her shoulder while she shucked the garment off over his boots."Okay, Pal baby, get it!" he barked. Pal let the briefs fall and dropped to her knees, seized Paul's limp cock in her mouth and started to work on it. In a flash, it was stiffening beautifully, and Paul was breathing heavily."Now, Cindy! Get over here.