When they asked me if I was alright, I couldn’t answer. I just dropped the bat and stood up. I wasn’t aware of anything at that point. Whatever wa... driving me before was gone. I couldn’t respond when they asked me my name or anything else, my brain fried. I remained that way for days afterward. Hugo was still upstairs in our bed, unconscious. He was taken to the emergency room and I guess it was touch and go for awhile before they got him stabilized. I had given him a concussion, broken several. Her boobs just looked like two 5kg watermelons hanging from the wall.It was an awesome sight. Then she did some makeup And stepped out of the car. My god every step she walked her boobs were jiggling all side because of no bra. Tiger cave is a place which has a small forest near the beach.It was daytime so many people were around the beach. We walked some distance to find a lonely place so that we can click some pics. All youth, old, married, couples were ogling at her. Even women didn’t take. His chest came down as he seemed to be taking in the scents of the slutty women's perfume. He smiled at the door greeter. I could see the defiling thoughts were already wandering through his mind. He is a ruggedly handsome, masculine man. His after 5 beard looked sexy beneath those piercing, lust filled eyes. Those eyes can fill me with love, make me shy, or reduce me to tears at his feet. In the few months we have known each other, we had made love ON love, dreamed together, and we had talked. ” “Will I meet him?” “Hmm, he’s no longer…,” Julien’s voice trailed off, “… looking for goats.”“But the chops are ready!” Julien quickly turned his attention back to the meal at hand. Out of the backpack came a baguette, a big slice of country pâté, a salad of marinated red peppers and cucumbers, a locally made goat cheese, and some fresh figs. Kristina, who had worked up quite an appetite with all her prior activities, didn’t have to be asked twice. She and Julien sat next to each other, both.