Both lanes and both shoulders were full of truck, pieces of wood with nails sticking out of them, and chickens, most of which were no longer among the...living. The ones still alive were not happy, and were running all over the place.It was obvious we weren't going north for a while. Traffic was backed up both in front of us and behind us. Eventually we did what some other people were doing, which was make a U-turn and look for an alternate route.But I didn't have a map in the car.I bet you. I was about to get my bra on, when my mother called me. Of course me not being very well dressed, I just decided to improvise and use my towel to cover my breasts. They still stuck out but it was enough. So I got out of my room and walk into the kitchen, I grabbed the phone from my mom who was waiting for me in the kitchen. It was a portable phone, so I just decided to take it to my room; my mother didn't have much of a problem with it usually. When I got in my room I answered it and said. He was clearly smothering her face and enjoying the supremacy he was offered by her. When he pulled her face out, he was totally turned on. He kept slapping her face alternatively while spitting on her and jerking and pulling her hairs violently. It was by no means caring and Richa struggled hard to bear his aggression, she was a clear mess but it seemed she wanted more. “Do you feel like opposing? You fucking bitch!!!” Imran shouted out loud and Richa was almost instantaneous to nod. Each time I got all embarrassed and had to fight hard to keep my legs open. My body betrayed me again and my pussy got sooo wet. When I told Ryan he asked me to rate how aroused I was. He called it my ‘arousal factor’ (AF). I told him it was a 5, and getting higher.As more and more people looked at my legs and up my skirt, Ryan kept asking me what my AF was. When I told him that it was a 9, and that I needed him to fuck me very soon, he decided that we should leave. We quickly walked back to.