Panty ta kholar someye tar komor ta ektu tule dhorlo aar Keshto panty ta khule pashe rekhe dilo. Ami bujhte parchilam na eita kon rakomer tel maalish ...ora hochhee. Tobe eita bujhlam ei rakomer tel maalish besh kichu din theke hochhee. Keshto maar pacha duto te tel maailsh korte laglo aar tar por mar uru teo tel lagiye dilo. Abar theke Keshtor hath duto maar pachar oopore chole elo. Keshto pachar dabna duto te tel lagiye diye maar pachar dabna duto phank kore dhorlo aar maar ponder photo te ekta. Friday and Day 2 of competition, and the weather was a little improved from Day 1. The first stage, Montacute was over 15 kilometres of winding road with few places where we could open up and make up time. We were off the pace but that didn’t bother us because Tiffany was gaining confidence very quickly and, by the last day of competition I figured that she would be on the pace. The next four stages were in the Adelaide Hills before we moved south to Chapel Hill that took us briefly into the. Much like a bat in my hands, I swung it, scoring a direct slashing smack, her pussy juices which flowed from her sloppily splashed everywhere, even upon myself as the wooden pool stick went from each side of her lower ass and catching a part of her perfectly delectable pussy lips. She pulled herself up to see what was going on. I definitely got her attention there and for that reason I didn’t just stop at one swat. I continually did so as I encouraged my friends to become much more…. Darla returned with two steaming cups of coffee. She had kicked off her shoes and had taken off her stockings. It had taken Pierre sometime to find every thing for the fire and open the flew. He had just laid the match to the fire when she came in with the coffee. He almost burnt himself. Frozen for a moment by this picture of loveliness silently padding in on bare feet. Darla set the coffee down and sat on the small love seat and patted the place beside her. It was here where she would make.