Loda dal ke unki gand ko marne laga wo bhi josh dila rahi thi oh saiyan mere bur ke raja aaj meri gand ko fad do aur maro meri gand raja mera land ki ...peed bhad gyi thi mai teji se unki gand mar raha tha wo bhi bol rahi thi aur kaske raja aur kaske khub pailo mere balam ah oh ah h h o h h phir main unki gand marte marte unko khada kar dia aur khade khade unki gand marne laga main unki dono chunchio ko pakad ke jor se mijane laga aur apne land se unke gand ki pyas bujhane laga one hours ke bad. If she?dcome here, they might have taught her how to control her diedricks, or atleast found a solution so that she didn?t end up going on killing sprees.This certainly wasn?t the first time I?d had these thoughts.?I wish things had been different,? I quietly mused to myself. ?But ifwishes were horses, we?d all be wearing hip waders.?When we reached the Quad, there were a lot of people gathered around.Students were bringing their families to see the Crystal Hall, along withthe other buildings. When you watch the Tour de France, you see professional riders all screaming along, mere inches from each other. You also, just like in NASCAR races, see some spectacular crashes when something bad happens. I had been in my share of both in my career, and I preferred a pace line that worked properly to a pile of twisted bike parts and limbs!Since none of the ladies on my team had any racing experience, and we were not really racing anyway, I decided that we would start at the beginning and move. There was so much liquid. I placed my hand down my pants and began to stoke my dick though my boxers. My mom finally pulled off of Ryan revealing his massive cock. I retreated back into the darken hallway fearful that they might see me. Seconds later, I poked my head back into the room and found her sucking his massive cock. I never knew he was so well endowed. She began to suck his cock with such intensity. I finally felt vulnerable...like they might spot me. I also began to question myself,.