Nothing.You groan and clutch the back of your head. Everything seems to be in one piece, but you feel pretty banged up and are more than likely concus...ed.'How the hell did I get here?' you think to yourself, slowly trying to coax your battered body off of the cold stone floor.You groan and collapse back down, too tired and sore to even contemplate moving. As you lay there in the darkness you start to piece together the events that led you to this point.You are an archeologist specializing in. * Miranda had a nice relaxing soak in a warm bath, when she got home, and then rather rebelliously — since their funds were still tight, decided to order out. There was an unopened bottle of wine sitting in the fridge, and she had already had two glasses by the time that her food arrived. She ate some of the food, but then found herself pushing it around her plate pointlessly, as she wallowed in memories of her time with Marcus, and fantasised about how he would come knocking at her door —. A I colaborou deixando-o parar. O tesão era indiscritível, sentia-me fora de controlo com outro caralho tão perto e com o J a acelerar os movimentos de língua na minha cona. Sentia calor, arrepios, descontrolo, o meu corpo arqueava procurando mais pressão da língua do meu marido, e de cada vez que abria os olhos, no meio daquele êxtase via o membro do P a pulsar dando ligeiros pulos, exibindo-se, pondo-se à disposição. Ia-me vir, todo o meu corpo anunciava um enorme orgasmo. Finquei as mãos nos. “No, I’m not gay or anything,,, but I would let a dude do it if he wanted to,” Austin said. “I’m not gay either, but a hand’s a hand,” Matty said. “I would rather get my dick sucked, than a handjob though,” Austin said. “You might get Skyler to suck you off,” Matty said. I was shocked that Matty said that to Austin. “Would you do that?” Austin asked. Well,.....what would I get in return?” I said trying to sound like I was half joking. I would do anything to touch Austin’s dick, but I didn’t.