Mai dusre dudh ke baare me bol rahi hu, mai thodasa sharmaya. Ab kyu sharma rahe ho? us din to bahot daring dikha rahe the. Fir maine bhi sharmana chh...od ke ha bola. Woh muze badroom me le gayi. Aur yahi ruko kehke gayi. Thodi der baad woh aayi, woh puri nangi thi. Woh mere tarf aa rahi thi uske boobs hil rahe the. Bed par baithi aur boli ab pioge dudh? Mera lund tide ho gaya tha.Maine pehle uske lips pe kiss kiya aur niche haato se uske boobs dabaane laga. Woh aahh aahhh karke sisk rahi thi.. Realizing that I was slightly overdressed I stripped off my clothing, letting all of it fall to the floor. The only thing Kip and I had on now were two hard cocks.I took my drink, retreated to a couch and watched. Myia had each of Kip's ass cheeks in her hands as he started getting her out of her negligee. She let go of his ass and he removed her negligee. They stood there in all their naked glory as they each ran their eyes over the other. Once again they kissed as they caressed each. Everyone knew it.Her problem was she refused to accept it.Due to her absentee mother's questionable liaisons, the young Vietnamese girl became known in the area as "Frenchie, the V.C. girl"Poor Frenchie at the tender age of 13 had never seen a real live Communist. At least, she didn't think she did. She was devious enough to surmise several of her most vocal critics were a little too vehement in their denunciations. Her suspicions were sufficiently aroused to sense an ulterior motive to their. Who in the fuck had moved the door? Cloe couldn't have, she really had no power inside the apartment, I could feel a presence in the apartment. Cloe was asleep on the floor near where the door had been, reaching out I tried to expel the intruder, damn it they had substantial power. I'd just brought my shields up when I was hit by a strong blast of water. Water? Oh fuck! Bouncing of the wall, quickly I drew in every bit of my power, this had to end quickly, or I was dead for sure. What the hell.