Wo dar ke maare ropna lagi. maine uski ek na suni, uske balon ko pakda ke use apne lund k samne khada kiya aur apna lund nikal k uske hath me diya. wo...dar gayi bolo itna bada maine nahi dkeha hai. maine kaha ki jaldi choos warna aj kahir nahi tumahri. Ravina ekdum dar se mere lund ko pakda ke joe se hilane lagi,maine ek jor se lagayi aur kaha ki jor se chuss ..saaali raand!!Wo muje maja dena lagi. poora ander leke uska naak band kar diya me. uski halat kharab ho gayi. fir usko uhtaya aur uske. We used to have cattle and grow vegetables but my dad had left all that behind and only grew sunflowers now. After a long hot shower, I went down to have dinner with the rest of the family. My brother Mike was in Afghanistan so he obviously didn’t join us, but a plate and a glass were set for him anyway. My mom liked to do that. “How’s work?” asked Dad. “Fine, I met the new Sheriff today.” “Oh, how was he? I heard he is very handsome,” said my mom and gave me a wink. “What? A handsome Sheriff?. It was a light shade of pink, not plainly see-through, but in the right light... I decided not to wear anything underneath, a choice I would later question, but not right now, and I headed downstairs. As I entered the living room, Darren immediately noticed me! The lighting behind me was just right as I entered, and I knew Darren could see me, nipples at the ready, and my full bush throught the nightie, which only came a couple inches below that! I gave him a second to leer, which he did, and. How could he do that, his mind now pondering the realities they faced? Twenty men and seven birlinns, most with swords and blades only. There was no need to bring bows and arrows while they trained in secrecy, so they had left all but a couple behind. They’d have to wait there, until MacRae and the others marched back to Dunollie and then sailed to Ballachulish, in the last of MacDougall’s birlinns. With any luck, there might be some of their weapons still there and they could arm themselves.