I couldn't fix it. I tried. I tried to help. I dropped my pack and ran down to their tent. A middle aged white guy with two kids and a worn out lookin... wife lay on the floor of the tent, drooling, smiling slightly. Urine pooled under him. He kinda gurgled and smiled.I drove down to the ranger station and got help and came back. I stayed with them until the ambulance came."Thank you, mister." Judith said. I felt dirty when she said that, slow fat tears leaking out of her eyes. "I don't think I. Megint lement és nyalni kezdet és aztán éretem az első gyöngyöt ahogy hozzá ésr a nyálas lyukamhoz.Itt már okyan lucskos nyálas voltam hogy nem sokat kellet tolni és felment az első gömb.Minden egyes gömb egy külön élmény volt ahogy fel ment.De ez nem maradt enyiben elővette a kisebbik vibriét ami formás ered bordázott volt.Már anyira élveztem a gyöngyöket hogy a csípőmet mozgatva élveztem és mondtam hogy tegyél a csajoddá,baszál,dugjál.Ekkor a számhoz tette a vibrit és bekapatta velem hogy. A great Australian Olympian once said “Don’t let success go to your head or failure go to your heart.”So I do not have a lot of triggers or at least the triggers I have do not send me off to wild extremes. Except one. Some men are breast men. My Keri has great big tits. They are perfectly shaped and hang just the way I like them. When she walks around the house, they swing and sway and jiggle just the way I like breasts to do. Her areola and nipples are my idea of perfect, always pointing ahead. Then she came near my face and planted a kiss. As it was my first time the kiss felt really good. It was sweet but her sweat intertwined which was salty and had this tangy effect. She said “You will remember this moment for the rest of your life” [and lo! She was right]. Then she took both my hands and placed them on her breasts. They were soft yet firm just like ripe tomatoes. She made me feel them for some time after which she dislodged my hands from them; though my hands didn’t want to. Then.