Ab meSoch rahi thi ki agar m,e apne sanskaro me fasi rehti to mujkhe pata hi na chalta ki jindgi ka asli maja kya ha relty me life kese ji jati hai ab...usne meri yoni ko adhe ghante tak chata mere pati ne aisa kabhi nahi kiya tha aur mene bhi uske lund ko khub chata aisa anubhav agar kisi aurast ne na liya ho to usne asli chudai he nai krai mujhe aaj ehsaas hua aur ab wo mujhe utha kar ghar ke har kone me chodne laga me apni khushi ka izhaar uske saath pura coperate kar ke dikha rahi thiUsne. His dress shirt is now completely undone allowing me to press my hands against his hard chest and glide his shirt off his shoulders. Our eyes meet once again. “What made your day interesting, honey?” he asks with a low voice feigning real intrigue. I bite my bottom lip and press my round pink tipped breasts against his bare chest. Pulling his face down to mine, our lips meet in long lazy kisses filled with curious seeking tongues. I reluctantly break away from his lips. “Well,” I begin and. Not every day at all.* * * * * * * * * * * *When Robyn's parents were leaving, Gregg and Robyn were on the floor playing a game of Monopoly. "Bye, Robyn. Be good for Gregg." Bye Mom," Robyn yelled over her shoulder."Gregg, be sure she doesn't stay up all night." I won't. I guarantee it." Bye guys," the parents yelled as they closed the door.Gregg smiled and looked over toward Robyn. Her head was down and concentrating on the game. As Gregg gazed at her, he could almost see a growth. Looking in. “Give me a gun. I can shoot… you know I can. Give me a gun.” Stevie’s voice held no trace of fear at all. She could shoot, and shoot well. “Hemi, do you have another gun in the car?” “Glove compartment Boss. But you better swap with her. The gun in there is too much gun for her. She’d be better off with the Beretta.” Opening the glove compartment I agreed with him immediately. Passing Stevie my Beretta I pulled the gun from the glove compartment and ejected the clip to confirm a full load of.