Maal se or muze kiss karne lagi ab mene zatako ki speed badha di hum dono ek sath zad gaye zadane ki bajase hum don thake wese hi pade rahe thodi der ...ad chachi nere baho me aake muze kiss karte huye puchane lagi tum mera jivanbhar sath to doge na to mene use jabab me use kiss kar ke bola zindagi bhar tumhara sath nibhaunga yakin na hoo to bolo to chachi bolimuZase shadi karloMe -thik he abhi kar lete heTo wo zat se uthi our sindhur leke aagayi mene use sindhur lagaya uske gale me dhaga band. For a second it seemed as if Stacy would resist but as I moved my hands to her hips, making her clit grind against me again she whispered, “what if they see us?” “They won’t,” I said as I looked over and watched the car stop, my car still between them and us, naked on the ground, her riding me, my hands back on her breasts, her wet pussy enclosed around my hard cock. Stacy leaned forward to look too. It seemed that she was warming to the idea of the danger of being caught. We could see that it. “I couldn’t help myself. I wanted you terribly, more than any other woman I've ever laid eyes on” he said. “I knew you wouldn’t give me the time a day, you never gave anyone the time a day. I had no chance at asking you on a date and you accepting” he said. “I drove around, going mad with the craving I had for you and the desire for your company” he said stroking his hand against her face and under eyes where some tears still were.”And as luck would have it, there you were. Alone, as always. I. Fortunately, Jason'd had the foresight to rig up a signaling device, a bell, so that he could send orders to the men on the roof. The roar of the shotguns was so loud that no shouts would have carried the necessary orders, but this bell worked well enough.When the shooting died down, Jason shouted to the attackers, "STOP SHOOTING, AND WE WILL LET YOU PICK UP YOUR DEAD AND WOUNDED!" It took a minute or two, but the cowboys stopped shooting eventually, and they were allowed to pick up their.