The national and international press, however, were already onto this story. It was too profitable to them, for them to let go of it. The story 'took ...n a life of its own', as the saying goes. Other horror stories of misspent tax money, and 'things slipping through the cracks', were brought to light. Ours wasn't the only little corner of the USA to have problems.Public officials were getting placed on the rack, almost everywhere. It nearly became a new 'national pass time'.Needless to say,. Woh mje bolne lagi rahul bahut dard ho rha hai mje. bss kr aur ni krna.Maine ruk gya phr aur uske boobs pe kiss krne laga. Phr uske lips pe kiss krne laga. Jab woh thodi shant hui toh aage piche hone laga aur usse chhodne laga. Ab usse bhi maza aa rha tha aur woh mera sath dene lagi aur apni gand utha utha kr aage piche hone lagi. Maine thodi der ussi position mein choda usse. Phr usne mje kha ab woh upar aayegi. Woh mere upar aa gyi aur bheth gyi mere lund pe. Ab mera lund poora andar aa jaa. My cock began growing as she rubbed it on her slick muff. “He’s a good kisser and seemed to breathe me in with each kiss,” she whispered. I asked what she was thinking about as they were about to fuck? Without hesitation she responded, “How many times I’m gonna cum on his cock.” She confirmed that she had done all the slutty things I liked with him, riding his cock than stopping to suck it clean every so often. How he returned the favor, and she enjoyed the ass licking dog-style nearly as much. We listened to some music, ate a little, danced and, although the party was small with only 3 guys, it was a blast.And we drank too....3, 2, 1 HAPPY NEW YEAR...It was midnight and all of us went outside to watch the fireworks display that was in my town. I live very near the town and you could see it like you were there.It was a nice fireworks display.We all wished a good year to each other and hugged and I think we kissed, a peck for a good year.Then we continued to party.It got really late I.