‘I don’t know for sure.’ ‘Oh?’ ‘Well, see, like I only know his internet address and his screen name.’ ‘And how do you know he’s a c...p?’ ‘He, like, told me so.’ ‘Uh-huh. Did he like show you a badge or anything?’ ‘No,’ she said. Sometimes I wonder how people so fucking stupid could possibly live long enough to reproduce. Then again, maybe more than a few don’t. ‘Can you describe him?’ ‘Tall. Six feet, maybe a little more. Not fat but like really buff…’ ‘Buff?’ ‘Muscular. Like a weight-lifter.’. This week was a glaring exception to that, of course. I often drank like a fish on Saturday night and recovered on Sunday morning from whatever hangover I had.Evidently, other members of my family had different ideas, as I ran into Chet and Mindy at Chantilly’s Lace now. Mireya, for her part, found Delbert and Rafi, of all people, too. It seemed that those two were an item and neither of us even had a clue about that. Also present were Mona and Trista Chadwicke, of all people, both of them. Ab unke samne samasya thi ki wo ghar kaise jaye dusri moti wali ladki ko scooty chalani nahi aa rahi thi, jo chala rahi thi use chot thi karah bhi rahi thi meri or dekhte huye usne kaha please aap mujhe ghar chod dege mera ghar pas me hi h scoty meri friend ghar tak le aaye gi. Us moti wali ladki ne sahmati me sar hila dia. Maine bhi use apne scooter par baithaya aur use kaha ki aap mujhe rasta batate huye chalna wo rasta batati ja rahi thi meri pith par uske boobs ka ahsas ho Raha tha beech. Pulling her cheeks apart i marvelled at her arsehole for a few seconds and whilst it was a poorly lit area, i could see a tight pink hole tucked away, and also not a hair in sight back there too! With that i licked at her anal entrance, once and then a second time. I tasted what my tongue had collected and then spat at her asshole before licking along her entire bum crack again. The savoury taste was different and nice, and the flavours mingled a little with her sweet fanny nectar as i neared.