She is my masi’s (mother’s sister) daughter. She is extremely fair .She is a bit chubby.But she is extremely beautiful.From childhood she used to ...pamper me. Kissing my cheeks ,hugging me,these things were very common between us. She used to live in kerala those days. They used to come to our home occasionally. As I grew up my feelings gradually changed towards her. When I was in 12th standard we went to their place to visit them. She hugged me as always.At that time she had looks to die for.. . out, waiting."Fuck me!" In ... out.She smiled, though it was again more of an almost viscous looking leer. "Fuck me..." she said determinedly. "Fuck me hard ... and don't you fucking stop until it's spurting out of your cock ... when it does ... give it to me!"I slammed into her once again, and then continued to do so until I felt the surge of my spunk finally readying my balls for its release. Just before it did, Christine suddenly bucked, biting her lips, squeezing her breasts within her. " I said."But they can't be anywhere near as much fun." one of the cops said."What the hell are you guys talking about?" the chief asked."They are talking about my motorbike," I replied."Really, do you have it outside?" he asked."Sure go on out and take a look. I'm sure it's the only one in the lot. Well on second thought, there might be one of those new scooters, but mine will be the only bicycle with a motor on it." I smiled."Excuse me a minute, this I have to see." The chief said as he stood. Anyplace with more gravity, like here, and we need runways.”“Well, you can still take a lot of weight off and come in slower, right?”“That’s true, but that brings up the problem of directional control. The denser atmosphere here can easily push harder than the control thrusters can. Get too slow and the aerodynamic controls lose authority. We can cut the approach speed back to about a hundred and forty K-P-H, but that’s it with any kind of load.”“So, figure out a way to drop a dozer, and cut a.