The old cliche fits so well, it is the thought that matters, not the gift. It is the thought that matters, not the gift itself. Yes, I repeated that ...n purpose. Here is a gift of giving. The giving of one’s self to another. Submission. Many argue it is not so. Not a gift but a selfish act. They are fools. I say to them, and you, Dear Reader, that here is love. Read and know the love of my girl for me. I confess I was a little shocked to read this. It made me ask myself, ‘Am I this man?’. You're all fired. Bye, don't let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya."The black suits with the sunglasses and coilly things in their ears stayed."Now, young person ... show me where this Princessapality is located. A globe you say?" Yes, your Excellency, it's in the Oval Office." Oh, I've heard of that ... it's here in my palace ... somewhere." Yes, your Excellency. It's through this door and outside and through this other door." That's very inconvenient, something should be done." He. Now it was my turn to give her pleasure.I started to lick her pink pussy. It was already wet. When I put my mouth on her juicy pussy lips she without any notice started peeing. Her warm pee was a bit salty but tastes good. She was moaning with pleasure. I got up and started rubbing my dick on her pussy lips. She started saying aahhh please bhaiya don’t tease me, start fucking me. Put it in put it in. I pushed my dick in her and to my surprise she was not a virgin. I started fucking her deeply. I'll just have to bide my time. Like feeding that bull. Then a guy came ridin' in and all hell broke loose. Something about water. Anyhow, Maddy was up and givin' orders so I just walked a bit and drained the lizard. Then I had a cup of tea and a chunk of cake and we were packin' and saddling up. Maddy said I should mind the bulls, so I moseyed over to their fake corral. The lead bull came over. He knew somethin' was up. I just scratched the top of his nose and then patted him. He whuffed back..