Kuch der baad mn jhad gaya aur wo bhi …. Fr hm nahane gye dono udhr ek aur session khela hmne fr hm ghr chle gye…Uski mumma ne fate hue top ko dek...h kr pucha ye kia hua jas … Wo boli kuch nhi mumma thoda sa fat gaya bs … Fr hm roz raat ko sex krne lge alag alag positions mn .. Ek din raat ko mn toilet jara tha tbhi mne dia k room se kuch awaze suni mne key hole se dekha tb mjhe pta pda ki dia fingering kr rhi thi wo scene dekh kr mn tw jese pagal hi hoggya … Mn wahi apne bocer khol kr hilane lga. "Over the next few days I started the design of the program and began with the code. I wanted to use the FORTRAN compiler that was available for the 1604 so that I didn't have to do all of the programming work in assembly language, although I was ready to do that if necessary. I also realized that my first challenge would be creating and programming the pseudo-random number generator subroutine.I went back to the journals, and came up with a fairly efficient routine that used machine language. Jim came to my rescue. “Angela, this is Tom and Elise, they’re from Belgium. Tom says he’s very pleased to meet you.”“I’m sorry,” apologised Tom, in perfect English, “Jim spoke our language so well, I assumed you were both from the same part Belgium as well.”I shook his proffered hand “No, I’m from Yorkshire,” I told him, “I thought Jim was too.”Jim smiled, “My father was Yorkshire. My mother, Flanders.” he explained.Like myself Elise was perched on the bar stool. Her. Mike was left standing in his boxer shorts; Keith ran his hands around the waistband and slowly pulled them down as Mike’s semi hard dick and balls were revealed in their nest of pubic hair. Keith’s hands reached out and held Mike’s stiffening dick, he moved one hand to weigh the hairy balls, “You have a beautiful dick, it is so big and the balls are really heavy with your spunk, I can see precum leaking already” he told Mike.Keith looked up at Mike then lowered his head to the pulsating dick,.