They used quality metal in the top ... and the sides ... and the front. The rear bumper looked ... well ... a vague resemblance of the original equipm...nt."It's just a little crease, Dal. It's not as bad as the 544 Volvo."The 544 was a ball of sliced and diced metal by the time they got it out of the canal. Dal did mention that. Actually, what he said, "It couldn't be as bad as the 544, there wasn't 3 inches of straight metal on it."He did have a point. The picturesque barge that the car hit. My kinda thigh. My hand on her leg pulled her close to me and I kissed her. She was an A+ kisser, perfect head tilt, her hand on my cheek, the other on my chest. Not a lot of tongue, just enough to engorge my already hard cock. It went on forever, in reality probably 30 seconds or so. My hand was on her thigh to her ass cheek. It was bare, I figured she had a thong on but as it turned out, no. We were mutually commando. It was so smooth and toned, and she inhaled as I squeezed it a little. She. Geetha started to yell at me. I told her what I saw and got her with me and she too saw that I saw her reaction that she is also interested in that.She slowly touched her boobs and I took the opportunity and started to rub her pussy. She didn’t show restraint so slowly touched her boobs but we heard some noise from the room and ran into the study room.Our teacher came and started to teach her but I started to see her in a different way. So I wantedly got near her and she was wearing a nightly. I couldnt stand it much longer. With a quick flash, I looked directly at him, but my gaze didnt return to the front of the room like I had planned. My eyes were glued to his, like his stare had its own orbit. I was right, his eyes were dark. Jet black, almost. His hair was shaggy and blond, and threatened to cover his alluring eyes. On his face, he wore a sly grin. As we looked at each other, his eyes lowered for a fraction of a second, his gaze locking onto my chest. Looking back up, as if I.