Jab papa na 4 gar lagara tho un ka hat mari choot ka tuch ho gaya ,tho unhona mujko dakha par ma dhusari taraf dakh na laghi .thori dar tho who or ma ...hori jijak tha raha fir ma thori kull gaye koye ki who kuch nahi kah raha tha .fir mana apan pave chora kar dea or thori unka pass kisak ka bath gaye .tho mari choot unka hat pa tuch mona laghi .tho papa bhi thora uttagit ho gaya .Fir man na masus kiya ki mara karan un ka land khara hona lagha tha ,tho karib 1 ganta tak ya chalta raha .pir thori. I turned around...“Hi Tommy,” There stood Mrs Holden, a vision in a white Tennis dress and Tee Shirt.Instant red face, gulp, “Hi Mrs Holden.”“Call me Coral.”Gulp, “Okay... Coral.”“Tommy I need your help” I nodded and she started around to he side gate. I stumbled along behind her. When we arrived in her back yard I noticed she had a 12' extension ladder laying on the ground.“I was bouncing a tennis ball with my racket and it bounced to high landing on the roof. It rolled back down but got hung. So after the medal presentation ceremony the girls will move straight from the podium to the celebration tables and lay on their backs with their legs spread open facing the crowd. The president wants you and the other medal winners to help promote the games. Usually the girls will be lay on tables in the celebration area and will be fucked in the ass with their gold, silver or bronze butt plug while one of the presentation girls licks your clit until you cum with some squirting for everyone to. He laughed when he suggested that I could triple my dinning area just buy knocking out the far wall. He made so much sense that I made him an offer and he accepted it. That was almost twenty-years ago.Somewhere about that time a high school tradition started…streaking through my diner. It started after the rival football game. The loosing cheerleaders would strip off their uniforms leaving only there sneakers and socks on. They would get dropped off at one door, run through my diner, and then.