"Instantly serious, Gary asked, "What kind of trouble?" Well, we've got a poacher. But he only kills, he's not looking for meat. He's not a rustler, i... the normal sense. Just every week, or two, or three, he comes in and shoots some of our animals." Deer hunter?" That's what we thought at first. But he doesn't shoot at deer. Only our stock."Gary was well aware that our stock wasn't just range beef."That's bad," he agreed. "How can I help?" We think our guy is a city type. Maybe moved out here,. Maine use uthane diya.uska lund ekdum lal tha aur use bahut dard bhi ho raha tha.woh bola kutiya saali meri maa chod di tune,maine kaha ruko abhi tum jhade nahi ho.maine use fir leta diya.aur ab uske gote munh main daal liye.uske gote bhi fool gaye the.maine baari baari ek ko choosa aur unke uper kaata bhi.use maja bhi aa raha tha aur derd bhi.maine use kaha jab jhadane lago to bata dena.usne kaha theek hai.main uske lund pe bahut ho jor jor se hath fira rahi thi.uska lund poora laal ho gaya. Not only that, he had been spending all hours working at gaining a promotion until she felt neglected. Why didn’t they stay home and spend some time together? She knew the answer to that before it was asked. He needed to be there to mingle and be seen as a company man. He wanted promotion to prove something to her. Perhaps that’s why she revealed the little secret on the drive to the party, knowing it would annoy him. She was twenty-nine and attractive so why did she have to make so much. Again Julie had brought me off like nothing had before, and I felt a deep dread in the pit of my stomach. I wondered at what was happening to me.In my mind I remembered the pleasure I felt and I began to tingle again. Quickly I thought of David: of bending over the couch in our living room as he took me from behind. I loved it when he did that, the feel of his hands gripping my waist, and as he speeds up I imagine he is unable to stop and it always sends me over. Sometimes when he comes home.