Uske baad maine unki taange falayi or apni jeebh unki choot me daal di vo pagle ki tarah mera sir apni choot me dabane lagi or main bhi usse kha jana ...hahta tha main uski clitoris ko apne daanto se kaant rha tha vo aahhhhh oohh money kha ja iss ko bhut khujli hai saali ki aag thandi kar de bhut khujli hai isme Main or bhi exite ho gya or uski choot me apni jeebh daal ke hilane laga 15 minute baad vo akadne lagi or uska sara maal mere muh me aa gya kya taste tha friend I can’t explain phir maine. He led her to the waiting car and opened the door for her. She slid into the leather seats and when he was sat beside her the driver pulled away, driving through the streets. They spent the day going from shop to shop. He brought her dresses, shoes, gloves, jewellery, underwear and when they were done, they stopped by her small apartment. She hurried inside to pick up her few belongings. They returned to Bella's and he helped her move everything into the room beside his. He sat on the large. "Okay, but where and when?" Asked Anthony."My wife is away this weekend so I was wondering if I could come to your house?" Asked Greg."Um, yes sure, but I am still not convinced that it is a good idea."Good idea or not Greg, dressed as a male but complete with a large suitcase, arrived at Anthony's house. Although Anthony was often Toni when at home, he decided to be in male attire for his guest's arrival. The two men had a swift drink before going to separate bedrooms to get dressed. "Take as. But every night, he had returned.‘Come here, Jean.’The voice was more purposeful now. But still, she ignored him. Her father always came back later with the carcass, his duty and right as chief, where all the women would then strip the meat, salt and preserve the flesh for their future stores to last them through the cold winters. Jean longed to hunt with him. She could run faster than any boy her age. It was almost like she could fly.The warmth of the cabin was masked by the chill that began.