Maine dressing table se bhabhi ka lotion uthaya or unki gand me daal diya or ungli karne laga bhabhi bss aah.. Aah.. Kar rahi thi unki sans tezz ho ra...hi thi fir maine apna lund ka supada ander dalne laga bhabhi boli “nahi ayush” or maine ek jhake ke sath supada andar daal diya or bhabhi chikk padi aaaaaaaaa ..Maine bola “bhabhi shant ho jayiye all is well” or dheere dheere pura lund gand ko cheerta hua ander ghused diya thodi der 5 min tak ussi pose me raha fir dheere dhakka marne laga bhabhi. Not only was I not going to get my chance at Amy because of Liam, but now I was going to be relegated to the position of best girlfriend. This was not the relationship I had in mind. ‘Amy, I really don’t…’ ‘Oh please, Charlie. Just one more question.’ She turned those big brown eyes on me and begged silently. Well, shit. ‘All right, but that’s it.’ What the hell, I knew the question. If I thought that her inexperience would be a deterrent with old Liam. I’d just lie and tell her no, though. "And Lucy:"Yes, dear. Choose one of the girls, now. I tasted them all now, and I can guarantee the quality."Roger moved closer, and he saw how wet those pussies were. He could bet that Lucy had been licking them all while they were waiting for him.That meant: they were ready. All of them.Roger decided to start with Rachel. She had always been his favorite. Sure, they were all pretty, but there was something about that redhead girl that had always excited him.He wasted no time. He didn't even. He suggested. And she was learning from him, learning a lot.She could understand his wanting to go through an apartment himself instead of seeing second hand through crime scene photos. Why would getting personal property after it had been covered in print powder, lasered, and pawed through by God knows how many other people be better than seeing it firsthand? Her father always said that a good cop knew his people, his area, and knew what was right and wrong. How was it wrong to want to know.