It would be hard to be on the sly riding a horse. I didn't want Marks or his mob fingering me.We finally got out of the city and Mabel tried to stop a...d eat some grass. That was all I needed, riding a bent horse and losing Marks because the horse was hungry. I could tell that Mabel was getting tired. Luckily for me and her, Marks' Model A turned off the main road. The car had turned onto a well maintained gravel road. I kept Mabel back as well as I could, basically that meant not urging her on.. Her other hand was buried in the shrubbery of hair that sproutedfrom her groin, half of it matted and dripping, plastered against herinner thighs, the rest sticking out in an unruly light brown bush. Juicesran down her leg from her pussy as she furiously fingered herself, herface twisted in an expression of pain and pleasure and aching desire.Zach looked up, scanning the group of girls, until she made eye contactwith her girlfriend, Katrina. "Kati? Is this--did you--?" she stammered."Why?" she. I was nerviced & tenced, maina poocha sanjana tumha kaya huva tha? Sir vo mai dakh nahi sakee ap ko us girl ka sath, to tum mujha phir batao tum agree ho dirty sex karna main? Hain sir yahan aeya mara pass mai ap ka land choos datee haoin, ap yahi chahta hayin na, hain tum mara land chossoo, phir to sanjana na mara land ko moon main la leya poora or moon sa mara land ki muth marna lagi, sanjana ya kasa hai? Hain sir is main be maza hai, hain zor zor sa taaz taaz chooso or muth maro mujha maza. "Dwight," David interrupted, "Is there anything you want me to do? You know I will support you and even campaign for you." The last was said with great reluctance, and Dwight smiled as he noticed."I have something a little more delicate than the political cesspit that is the American Presidential Campaign!" He took a deep breath and continued. "My advisers and I have gone over your material closely. We have Dewey over the barrel, corruption and Mafia links will tarnish his 'hard on crime'.