Her father had since perished at the hands of the mysterious group known as ‘The Pentagram’ and now it was her time to continue his legacy.The jun...gle was sweltering, the humidity beyond belief. Laura had abandoned her bra and was dressed in only her loose-fitting cotton top and green khaki shorts with military grade black boots to protect her feet from the denizens of the undergrowth. Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail, her skin tanned from her time skirting the deserts of Egypt during. She softly moaned either from my probing her or the joy of sucking me, but I doubt anyone heard the moan, but me. I,d had a few blow jobs before, but no female had ever let me finish in her mouth before yet Sarah had no qualms as she sucked for her liquid reward and when I exploded it felt like the top of my head exploded and not just my prick as she gulped down my surprisingly heavy load, letting me hear her loud slurps as she did so. Determined to bring her as much pleasure I fingered her. Too much weed and booze." I took another sip of the beverage I tried to find a comfortable position in the seat."Too much sex?" Sheila asked with a wink followed by an odd grin of inquiry.“I don't know. You'll have to ask them. I passed out in the second hand of strip-poker," I said pointing my thumb over my shoulder in the general direction of our sleeping quarters."Interesting," Sheila said with an amused smile as she scribbled a note on the old-fashioned, green, ink-felt blotter that covered. Ethara se mate thelidele seat upare. Mu puni pachhaku auji padili. Se agapatu mo gown pura chhati jae tekidele. Bra b. uhhh…pura fungula heigala mo chhati.“Issss….Chinu, to DUDHA to nani thu b bada bada!” baan hatare gote DUDHA muthai dhari arataku patire purau purau se fisfis hei kahile. Lajare kanamunda mora garam heigala. Se gote DUDHA ku patire chuchumuthanti. Ara taku hatare daluthanti. Deha mora kan kan heijauthae. Ohhhh…mo niswas ra bega badhijauthae. Kichhi samaya pare se hatare.