Not too hairy just perfect. Moved on to her belly. Nice and tight. She had a belly piercing. A little diamond stud. On I continued to her beautiful br...ast. B cups. Nice nipples not to big not to small. Before I was able to look at her face she came closer to me. “Lick my feet pig,” she demanded. I ran my tongue across the top of her toes. Then I traced them going in and out between each toe. It was wonderful taste. As i was continuing to lick. She stepped back as I was licking her. They had captured enough AR-15's to have one for each of them and three spares. Bill and Rob had decided to save one spare in case of a jammed weapon.Bill used another length of fishing line to trigger the trap. Another stick would be pulled free and a rock would fall about an inch that would pull a second line that would pull a trigger. Bill was reminded of the traps in the road runner cartoons and sure hoped these worked better. The rifle was lodged and duct taped in place in a scrub mesquite. 2000/-.The situation was going towards a hopeless end and to plead to like that to a shopkeeper was even more awkward for me and therefore I desperately wanted to get out of it.Me: I told you already… I mean I have nothing with me. Then… I mean tell me if I can … I mean if I can do any favor for you so that this money is compensated.Pyaremohan: What favor?Me: Tell me straight what you want me to do to pay damages for that 2000/-. I have never been in such a clumsy situation in any shop. For the past hundred years at least, a skein of scoundrel seems to have been inherited through my paternal genes. But I'm getting ahead of my story, being high does that to me. My history lessons started on a hot August night a few weeks before my Junior year in college. I was out on the deck of our suburban home, when out of nowhere a gruff voice growled, “Don't bogart that joint, kid!” I almost shit myself. My folks were gone for a week's vacation and Grandma was in bed asleep, or so I.