Gote yellow colour ra silk saree ku black blouse…pura gorgeous disuthanti…aao controll helani..pila ti face upare chadara ghodei deli…maein nka ...chati ku dekhili..dhire dhire fulu thaye..kamuthaye…sehi anusare mo kamana bi badhi chalila…kan karibi..kichi budhi disilani…thik kali jai jaha gote karibi…dhir kina…tanka otho ku chuchumili ..ohhhhhhhhhhhh ki naram otho…kintu se jani parileni ki kana..kichi nahi..no reaction..mote bhala lagila..mu ahuri bhala ki tanka tala otho ku chuchumideli…mote. I was walking home from playing backyard soccer at a park with some of my buddies. I went into my room took off my sweaty clothes and took a shower. After my shower I dried off and put some baggy short jeans and a red abercrombie t shirt on. Then I went and sat down on my couch and put on mtv. All of a sudden somebody from a few feet behind the couch said hello "Andy". I knew it couldn't be my mom or step dad they were on vacation in New York for 3 weeks. I had decided to stay and chill. It was one of those axioms, or conundrums, or guarantees that you learn in life. Maybe it was just Murphy's Law. I don't really know why it is. I just know that it works like this; if you trust a parts guy to give you the right part, you'll be fucked. Take the old part whenever possible and compare it with the one the guy's trying to push on you. With careful study, you'll see that he's giving you the wrong part. When you tell him it's not right, he'll say something like, "Oh! You said XKY not. None of them particularly enjoyed caning the others. They took turns though. At least two out of the three girls were going to enjoy it though. Paris announced. “Katie threw a five. So she gets five strokes before she can start licking Emma. I’ll then give another stroke every ten seconds until she makes Emma cum.” Katie smiled. Five strokes. Then another every ten seconds until Emma came. This was so cool. She looked at Emma’s delicious pussy lips as she said, “Don’t forget the pussy strokes.”.