Mai land ko ander baher karte karte pir se ek jor se dhakka mara to mera land thoda aur ander ghuss gaya wo mujhe se chipat gai aur bohot jor se chikn... lagi oooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuiiiii maaaaa aaaauuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nikalllllllooooooooooooooo oooooooooo meri jaan jalan ho rahi hai aur dard bhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii raaaaahaaaaaaaaaaa nahi aaaaaaaa jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjaaaaaaaaaa raha , thori dair mai boli abb thora acha lag raha hai aur mai ek jor ka Dhaka maara to fir se. "Whatcha got, a small block 350 with custom dual exhausts?"Oh god, she knows cars too. A femme who loves football, can handle herself and can ID what's under the hood. I find like one more thing like those about her and Sandra's crap is gonna be piled in the driveway while I run off with Sally to Ontario and get married.We got to my apartment in record time. I wanted to make sure we had 60 seconds or so to get to know each other before the second half started. To insure I stayed in her good. Sweat began to run down Beth’s body as her forced exercise continued. The coating of oil that Adam had rubbed all over her body was preventing Beth’s leather tack chafing her body. Finally, Claire increased the motor speed until Beth was forced to run. Now Sweat was streaming down Beth’s body. Finally, Claire slowed the apparatus to a walking speed to allow Beth to cool down. Her breath was coming in gasps as her tits moved up & down with each tortured intake of air. Claire said,. Rachel loaded her tits back into the pretty, green bra and put her blouse back on. She changed her shoes for trainers and pulled her skirt back down to hide the soaking gusset of her knickers. She tidied herself up, stood up out of the car, and took out a small mobile phone. Bob struggled to hear what she was saying."Which emergency service please ?" Police, I mean ambulance, God I dunno. I've been attacked, a taxi ..." Please madam, calm down we need to know where you are." M62, I mean.