Me- Meri randi kya moti gand hai teri.Woh- Mere raja tera liya toh hai yehh janeman, tera liya toh itni moti banayi hai maine meri gand.Me- Waah meri ...kutiya aaj toh teri isse gand ka bura haal kar dunga randi.Woh- Jo karna hai kar mere kutte tera hie hai sab kuch.Aur woh mera loda chusne lagi vapis se aur main uski gand ko doni hato se masal raha ho jor se. Woh “aahh aauuuuuumm” awaj kar rahi thi lund chuste. Fir maine uska kapade nikale aur meri 2 ungali uski chut pe rakha aur uski chut ko. Nothing. She was barren, as she always was. Empty. Alone. What if he was it for her? What if no one else would ever love her the same, no one else cared if she starved to death on the streets of the ghetto? Or even whether or not she ever smiled again? He did. If she wasn’t sure of anything else, she knew that. But the knowledge was too overwhelming to process fully. “You’re asking too much right now,” she whispered. “Ask me when I’m sober. When you have a chance of getting all of my. ”“Oh yeah,” Monica laughed, “I forgot about that. Your big lesbian affair.”“How about you?” Rachel repeated her inquiry.“Well not exactly,” Monica said.“What does not exactly mean?”“Well I did kiss Carol a few times,” Monica explained, “and she is a lesbian.”Carol Willig was the former Mrs. Ross Geller, Monica’s former sister-in-law. Discovering an interest in women, she had left Ross for a female lover just before she discovered that she was also pregnant with Ross’s son. Currently, Carol and. ”“Okay, honey”, she said, lifting the nightie over her head.I pressed my face into her tits. She moaned and resumed stroking my cock as I sucked her breasts. Mom’s tits tasted good. They were high, full and quite firm. Her nipples were long and hard. I sucked them and they seemed to swell in my mouth.“Oh, Shravan!” she whimpered, wrapping her fingers once again around my hard cock. “Oooooh magane, nindu tumba doddadgi,gatti untu kano”(“Oooooh, baby, you’re so big! Mmmmmmm, and so very hard!”)I.