Notlo noru petteskundi….Full liplock….Nen kiss chestu…. Pirralu nalipestunaaa…..Antee floor vachindi…Inka mamuluga digipoyam……Inka parki...g ki velli tana scooty techindi….Nenu tanu inka road pai romance….Tana nadumu mida cheyyesa…… Gattiga pisikesa…. Jagrataga nadupu ananu….Inka sallu pisukutu unna…..Inka back nunchi gattiga patkoni naaluka tho bugga mida and chevula mida naakutu unna…Tanu inka chaalu bike control tapputundi andi…..Next park ki vellam….Etu chusina… Couples. ”“Please just a few minutes.”I don’t know why I let him in, but I did. I made us coffee and sat down with him at the opposite end of our large sectional couch. I pulled my robe hem down as I sat. It was an ample garment, but way too short to be comfortable in this situation.“Relax,” he said, “I’m not here to take advantage of you. I’m here as a friend. I heard through the grapevine you had one hell of a day.”“Yes,” I replied, and we proceeded to discuss my day, and it did relax me. I told. I see the same thing out here in the west with the Red Indians. The same people who were a hollering about the Black Man treat the Red Man worse than any slave. So it goes I guess, and I figure that's why I like mules better than most men.When I left the farm I was riding Zeke, one of our mules, and I was carrying the old Kentucky rifle my pappy gave me for my last birthday. Zeke was four years old, smart as a whip and he was big as mules go. I had pretty much raised him from a foal. We were a. She was just too beautiful and I wanted this to last. She lowered her head over my head and started moving down my cock with her lips. She went slowly and stopped stroking my balls to keep me from blowing my wad, I reached over and slid my hand under her dress top and slid her nipple between my fingers. They were already hard and I could tell she was enjoying this also. She took her free hand and pressed it up against her dress so that my hand would flatten her breast and nipple. I.