Then she put her hand on my knee and asked, “Would you sing it for me?”It’s a beautiful song with a very intimate feeling to it. I hoped she’d... get the same sense I did. It needs to be sung at just above a whisper to have the right affect. You could ruin it by trying to ham it up with too much vibrato, and it was important to keep the phrasing more conversational than metered like a poem.“Sure. It’s called ‘You’ll Never Be the Sun’.”When I finished, I knew I’d done it right, because Cheyenne had. Tevach lakshat ala ki line clear ahe. Atta worldcup chi pehali match hoti na tevha me match baghaat jaga hoto, sagale jhopale hote.. Me ratri 2.30 la uthun Rano chya room madhye gelo ani baghitala kay karate te, Rano jhopali hoti ani me jawal gelo aaaaahhhhh, kay najara hota to.. Sahiiiii, ti t-shirt ani short war jhopali hoti, kes mokali angawar sagali kade pasaralele, oth ole ani gadh jhopet, boobs baher yet hote tshirt chya mala rahavala nahi, me haluch tihya thodya baher alelya boobs la. I'm married. Carlos has things he has to do."Tina patted the backrest on the Explorer's driver seat. "Thanks for caring, Sarah, but we're both adults, we can handle ourselves." OK," said Sarah. We pounded her into submission.She drove down a long road running along the park. It was a clear drive down to her condo. She pushed on the accelerator and the car purred into high speed. No traffic lights, no cars. She turned into her parking lot and swerved sharply into her spot.I adjusted my penis. While I did, her legs were spread. Now I took her legs on my shoulder and started tearing her pussy. She was moaning in pleasure and yelling,”Chod chod aur chod. Dikhaade apni mardangi, chod mujhe.”Now I was about to cum, I took out the dick and gave it in her mouth. It burst. Her mouth was full, it went in her eyes, nose and spread on her arms. Surprisingly, she drank it.As everyone knows once sperm comes out men will no longer have that potential as they had earlier. I lay on the sofa and was.