I was only moments away from cumming when I stepped back and leaned against the counter. My penis was pointing more toward the ceiling than it had in...years if not decades! Balls tight, world spinning, heart racing like I had just run several miles and it took everything I had not to just go ahead and unleash it all down her throat!“Did I do something wrong?” Lindsey was looking at me sincerely with green eyes of concern. I tried to give her a half smile then turned and got a glass of water. Jab hum ghar pohche to mai apne room mai chala gayajo ghar ke dosri manzil par hai aur theekh mere room k saamne mere cousin broka karma hai jab mai kabde Badalne laga to muje bike k khayaal yaad aaye aur ISS yaadaaya aur mai apne aap ko thapad marne laga aur khud se yeh kehraha tha ki kyayaar ek to mauka mika tha woh b gawa diya kher mai nanga sheeshe pe style maarraha tha aur ye sochte sochte mera lund khada huwa tha aur mai sardi ki wajahse jaldi mai darwaaza band karma b bhool gaya aur. "You shouldn't besurprised, Mr. Swainer -- unless you haven't read the literature we'veprovided you." Sure, Mr. Thorehill, I've read them, but I was expecting some blue-haired pennypincher wrapped in mink stoles, not some high schoolcheerleader!" Swainer quipped, turning back to reappraise the gigglingblonde. "Darla Anne Drake, fifteen years nine months old, creamy white,golden blonde, baby-blue eyes, five-four, one-oh-one pounds, thirty-five twenty-four thirty-five, prodigy and President of. Jim winced; he'd obviously been recognized. "Let's go check on Sheriff Tilley." Jim reluctantly told the Mayor. Mayor Dixon fell right in behind Jim as he headed for the Sheriff's office. Jim quickly tied his horse to the rail out front and stormed through the front door of the office. He already had a pretty good idea of what they were likely to find there. He called out, "Sheriff, Sheriff Tilley! Are you here?" Back here!" A hoarse voice urgently answered him. Jim went back into the prisoner.