She heard a snarling-growl and the sounds of a struggle off to her left. “Click-clack” went the shotgun as she fed a shell into it. She put the gu... to her shoulder and crouched as low as possible, and followed the sounds.“Goddammit! Hold still. I cain’t aim at him without hitting you.” She heard from just ahead.She could see it, now. Tars was worrying one of the men, moving around him, and keeping the man between him and his partner.“Damn smart wolf!” Meredith thought to herself. She propped. Fir maine ek zordar dhakka mara to mere lun ka supara ander gya aur vo boli ki bas itna hi dum hai kya. To mujhe thoda gussa aur thodi exitement hui aur maine pura dum lga k ek aur jhatka mara is bar mera pura ka pura lund ander chala gya vo chilla uthi mmaaarrr ddaallaa kkaminee matherr chood nikaaalll aaappnnaa lundd meriii ffaad daaalllii Nnniiikkaallll kkuuttee kkiiii aauulaaad tab maine kaha le randi ab pta chala dum ka tb mai dhire dhire dhakkee lagane laga thodi der ke badd use bhi maze. It had a picnic table and bench. I was wearing my normal style short pleated skirt, petticoat, stockings, garter belt, panties, bra, blouse short "bob" cut wig, makeup and of course my signature pink glossed lips. He asked how old I was, I smiled as always and told him and "don't worry mister I will never tell on you" His cock was so hard I could see the outline of it under his pants. He reached and raised my skirt and petti then he let out a long deep sigh seeing my little bump under my black. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ever since the rather unexpected death of her husband, Dorothy's mother had started drinking hard time. And if that wouldn't have been enough, she always became violent and almost brutal during the times she was drunk."Dorothy? Honey, will you go buy me a bottle of whiskey?" she asked as Dorothy had tried to sneak past her to her room. Dorothy slowly turned to face her mother who had.