Ab bhaiya bhi samjh gaya k main unse chudne wali hun.Phir main niche baith gayi aur bhai ka lund apne muhn main lekar chusne lagi. Uska lund bahut bad...a tha. Uske lund ka topa gulabi tha. Main mast hone lagi thi. Ab bhai Ne mera t-shirt aur paint utar di. Main puri tarha se naggin thi. Phir wo mere boobs dabane laga or kaha ruchi tere doodh bahut sexy hai.To maine bhi bhai se kaha k apka lund bhi to bahut payara hai koi bhi ladki isi tarah k lund se chudna chahti hai.ye sunker bhaiya or uttejit. It was a nice place, really nice and romantic. The bath room had purposely no door, no separate spaces, everything was open. A nice sitting area and a round waterbed and mirrors above, romantic lighting. The big TV was prominent in the room. There was another door in the room, hardly noticeable, locked from both sides, it was a door which they often have in motels, if guests wants 2 adjoining rooms for the family or so I guess.June lit the candle for us, and pointed to a device that looked like. ”“Four? That’s all we got? Four?”“That’s way better than we did the first time, sir, back in ‘91,” she answered defensively.“Jesus Christ!” How much money had we wasted on this stuff? “So, what’s the results? Please, for the love of God, tell me the Israelis didn’t nuke Baghdad!”That got a small smile from them. “No sir, not yet anyway.” The map changed to a close-up of Kuwait. “The Kuwaiti impact was a desert area, and there were no casualties.” We switched to the Incirlik area. “One missile. It didn't sound like fun, but she is so darn cute, I just couldn't say no.The move was on Monday, I showed up at her parents house, like she wanted me to and we went together to rent a truck for the move, the plan, pick up everything from the three girls parents houses, move it all in to their new apartment. Everthing went pretty well loading, I carried most of the heavier stuff and we managed to get everthing onto one load. We stopped for some lunch and then did the move in. In the middle.