Ye dekh ker usko bahut gussa aaya aur usne kaha mere moot ki ek ek biond barbad nahi hone chaheye the aur mujhe thappado ke barsat kerne lage mere muh...pe aur boli jo zameen pe gira h turant chat usse..Maine waisa he kiya…Fir dooste ladki boli ab mai mootunge aur ek boond bhi girni nahi chaheye…Fir usne mere muh pe baith ke moota aur mai bhi der ke maare uska sara moot pi gya…Ajeeb to tha but moit aise mast hoti h ye pahle baar ahssas hua..Kafi raat ho chuke the…Fir unhone vodka nikali aur apne. Her lower half was still under the covers, but I spied a pair of knickers and a bra draped over the back of a chair.“Oh, Peter, he wants to divorce me. What am I going to do?”“You’ll be OK. Better off without the fucker,” I crudely assured her. I stroked her shoulders and down her fleshy back and she gave a little shiver and seemed to snuggle closer as I tried to work out how I could get the covers to slide down her thighs. Just then my mother peeped into the room.“Everything OK?” she. So at just over four hundred yards I fired and the driver developed a case of exploding head.With the vehicle slowed, I put the next shots into the two men who were in the front seat with him. It wasn't the dramatic flipping over of the vehicle and killing everyone but it stopped them from chasing after JD. That was all he needed to meet the others on his team. I made my way out using a different route and we hooked up about nine klicks west, later that night.He never mentioned what I had done. I grabbed a plain one she had loads of knowing she wouldn't notice it gone. Went to my room and put it on, it felt so tight and strange up my ass a feeling id never felt but very sexy none the less and had the quickest wank of my like, felt a bit guilty and went to bed.THE INTERSTING PARTBy now id sniffed a couple of girls thongs who were friends when I went round their houses but they were always old from a few days ago and no real fresh scent anymore, just like a slightly sweaty worn.