.usne skirt aur blouse pahen rakha tha..puri tange nagn thi…meara lund siharne laga…mai us se bilkul sata tha aur mere peechhe bahoot sare log ek ...usre ko dhakka dete hue stage ke paas aana chahte the…wo larki bilkul stage ko pakre thi, stage uske gardan tak aa raha tha aur mai uske thik peechhe..Mera lund uske gaand ke dararo me ghassa maar raha tha.aur angraaeeyan le raha tha…mai bhi pura exite tha..per kya karoon ye samajh me nahi aa raha tha..itne saare log…bich me mai aur wo mast chhokri. I never saw them, I swear."Then, we retreated about a mile and set another ambush. I did get to see them coming, but after that, I had to help hold horses, so another man could get into the fight. All of the horse holders, the second time, were wounded, except for me." They won't let you get in the fight?" Elspeth asked."No. But I think Tuck is right. There were men killed, but it was usually because they made a mistake. In the first part of the battle, a man about twenty feet from me jumped to. “I’m waiting.” I pouted, grimaced, tutted, shook my head, but Lucy just sat there. Locking eyes with her, I spread my legs, lifting my left leg and planting the ball of my foot on her Ikea coffee table, knowing it would annoy her. I slapped the foot down hard on its surface. Lucy didn’t even blink. Damn her, the bitch. I sat forward on the sofa, and leaned back. I began to slowly unbutton my top, just enough to show the swell of my breasts. My hands ran down over my tummy, and then caressed. Of course I traveled a lot less then too. I only went on the road if it was absolutely necessary.Now that I'm divorced, I have no reason to stay home and be depressed, so I travel more. Then again, maybe since I'm traveling so much, I get more exposure to the douche bags.As I settled into my place in line, I saw one of those exceptions. One of those guys who give us hope. There was a guy up about 8 places in line ahead of me who'd gotten there because he was standing near the door when it.