I knew Linda from her high school days a spoiled brat girl I thought the reason why me and my family hated her for being my sisters friend since then ...nd I did not like talking to her, things actually changed when she came for my sister’s wedding and that is when we first shook hands and were talking for the first time, once we were back toPune after the wedding we exchanged our social networking ids and soon we started talking on the phone and we came to know a lot about each other like her. We had more muggers to fight off as soon as another “designer drug” hit the streets. Absolutely, I think Congress was crazy to decriminalize drug use, sale, and production. Certainly, it quickly killed the high priced market for drugs, and the drug cartels withered on the vine, but too many people were crazy enough to try anything that was offered, and there was no FDA-like clearing house to insure that a new recreational drug was safe. A particular drug disappeared from the streets when it. His hands lightly touched my shoulders before tracing down to the fastening of my bra. Then his hand came to rest just below my right shoulder, and he pressed firmly causing me to yelp. "Thought that was where the problem is," he said. "You're very tense - the whole area on that side is clenched up. I'll just need some massage oil." He stood up from the bed, and I heard him rummaging in a drawer. "It'll probably take a couple of sessions to clear this up. You might feel worse after today but. Tiny gasps and moans escaped her as he continued driving deeper and harder within her, "Oh God! Fuck me, Ryan. Harder, please...Yes. Yes. Yesssss....," she screamed out.She softly bit her bottom lip as he pulled her hair, moaning under her breath. Hearing him taunt her with his words was alluring her to please him more. "Cum for me Ryan," she cried out as she began flexing her inner walls, achingly waiting, and wanting.Her fingers moved faster as she began feeling another wave of lust flush.