She continue to lay in bed as I answer the door. To my surprise, a tall muscular man that I had never seen before was standing right in the doorway. J...ust as I'm about to tell him he had the wrong room, I hear Kent's voice saying "hey man, this is my buddy Conner". Conner gives a shit eatin' grin but doesn't say a word. Emma heard our conversation at the door and tried to cover up, but it was of no use. I had already turned and started walking them into the room before she could react. Kent. I took 15 pico-seconds and wondered if one could cross one's electronic fingers."Sir?" I said. "We'll also get the keys to China's new artificial intelligence project. That one is supposed to knock out electricity in a major metropolitan center in two weeks." WHAT?! Why haven't I been told about this before?" he sputtered at the phone."Sir, IO is handling that as part of his contract with government installations. It's a computer thing, not really my bailiwick," I said. Now I was passing off. Again she asked only so much ha still anything is there I said I want to see your navel she asked why I love women’s showing there navel & wearing saree below navel so she adjusted he saree & showed m here navel it was so hot & deep I didn’t think she will have such a sexy navel. If anyone has seen actress kiran rathod’s navel by seeing again my cock raised she asked what you like my navel ha again your small bro has raised I said yes I loved it, I asked here can I insert my cock in your navel. “Breathe. Let them sink in.”I am caught on a slowly spinning carousel of fantasy. Foreign fingers seem to trail across my tits, down over my mound, invading deep into my wetness. The lids of my eyes are weighted, too heavy to open, every muscle in my body easing into a sensual paralysis. A gentle moan drifts off my lips.My chest raises with another deep breath in, pressing my tits up in a subtle arch of my back. The soft cotton of my camisole massages the rigidity of my spired nipples, the way.