Unki pussy pe bahot saare hairs the. Main bola aap shave nahi karthi ho. tho unone bola ab tere uncle kuch karthe nahi tho main dhyan nahi deti hu. Et...na bolke unone mere sar pakde k chud pe rakh ke boli chat sale kya sawal hi puchta rahega.Fir maine puri chut aur pubic hairs chatne laga. Chut me tongue dalne laga woh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh suckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk itttttttttttttttttt babyyyyyyyyyyyy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh suckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. "Carlos, do you hurt when I touch you here?" I asked as I checked his ribs.He cried out in pain and I knew the ribs where broken. I helped him out of his shirt and jacket and opened my medical pouch I carried on the back of my belt. Pulling out the large roll of gauze I was carrying, I started wrapping his chest so his ribs wouldn't move when he got up.While I was working on him, the two women woke up and I apologized that I wasn't able to check on them, but the boy needed help first. They gave. We talked of politics, Lauren revealing a social bleeding heart with a surprising libertarian economic bent. We shared "most embarrassing moment," stories and laughed until our sides hurt. We talked about musicals, which I enjoyed and which Lauren had a passion for as well. More than once during her Idol competition, she said, the acerbic Simon Cowell had labeled her performance "too Broadway" and she said she never thought of it as an insult. We had no time to secure tickets to anything that. ' to him a few times.He didn't reply to that, but I saw a few tears form on his face. The love and lust were clear as day, so I brought my hands up to his butt. I rubbed it, including the spot I had slapped it. Suddenly, his lips went into his mouth, and he broke eye contact.'Oh, he is feeling it now. In the end, we all make our choices, whether they get are made by our hearts, brains or sexual egos.'Every time I felt his wood slowly come out, I bit down on my bottom lip. I knew he was worked.