"Get in," he said briefly, nodding to the front passenger seat. I did as I was told.We drove only a couple of hundred feet around to the back of the c...osed restaurant."OK, get out," he said, turning off the ignition. He pocketed the key. Again I did as I was told; he got out on his side. He pointed to an area between the restaurant wall and its dumpster, and I walked there."Strip," he said. I'd been right, my clothes were staying behind."I have this," I told him, pulling a DVD disk in a paper. I took it as a opportunity and reached under to grab her and I did and grabbed her tight pussy and I could fell the warmth of it she let out a small moan "mijo n-" she moaned again I could tell she liked it, because she was getting wet at the same time. At the moment my stepdad comes into the house I let go but not without grabbing her fat pussy one more time. The next day in the afternoon my mom comes into the room surely to talk about the experience. "Hijo soy tu madre y por Lo mas que me. She protested that she couldn’t afford it but it fell on deaf ears. At least she knew she had paid to the end of the month but was uncertain as to the future. Despite this, however, Nicola was reluctant to ask Sharifa for help. Things came to a head though sooner than she expected.It all began when Nicola was returning to her room from lectures. She had just opened the door when she heard the landlord call her name. She turned around and saw him coming towards here.“I had an idea as to how you. Or even worse when you are trapped on that cold throne wondering if you should keep your behind there or if you need to quickly replace it with your head as the acidic liquid travels from your stomach over your taste buds and out your mouth like a violent projectile splashing into the ceramic basin. For a split second you feel relief from the escaped vomit, your settled stomach thanking you for the relief but then you taste it the bitter sourness of bile that urges on a companion for the basin..