She smiled feeling the delicious ache deep within her pussy. She thought for a second, “Shit. Do I even know his name?” She tried to stifle a gig...le before admitting the information wasn’t relevant, but she was slightly curious. She went to her bathroom for quick shower to wash away the cum and sweat on her body and then made her way downstairs for a glass of water. As she entered the living room she spotted the man’s wallet and curiosity got the better of her. She opened it. His driver’s. "You have to take some discipline for missing my class." She looked back to me a bit puzzled, but quickly gathered what I had in mind when my outstretched palm connected with her caramel ass cheek with a smack. She softly moaned in response. "Do you need to be disciplined, Miss Lopez?" I patronizingly asked with a bit of an evil grin on my face. She stammered “Y-y-yes S-s-s-ir" as my hand came down again, this time harder. And then again. And again; each time gaining intensity as she. Aur thodi dear baad uski frd utar gayi aur auto me hum do hi the aur me maja le raha tha.Baad me hum ne thodi baat ki aur valsad me utar gaye.Mane himmat badha ke uska name pucha us ne heta bataya. Kya maal tha aur uske boobs kya masale daar ek baar chusna chalu karo to chod ne ka bhi maan na kare. Ghar pe jake mane uske naam ka muth mara abhi mare maan me uska hi khyal aa rahatha. 2 din ke baad fir se wo mili pan hum log sath me beth na paye par mane maan me soch ke rakha tha ke usko chdne he.. Drifts from the wind created snow piles more than twice that high and any tracks or scents that may have existed were totally obliterated. The police organizations put the search emphasis on finding Holly's car, and given its age, its uniqueness would make it that much easier to spot. Or so they thought!Holly's car, roof smashed nearly to the top of the dash, was nestled half way under the old iron bridge, its doors either blocked from opening by the bridge foundation or smashed and jammed from.