At that point things became a painful blur for Sara: her father hollering, her mother screaming and herself crying. Her father angrily snatched the c...loring from her hand and then got even madder as it was a picture of a mother holding her little girl, and Sara had scrawled "TO MUMMY - I LOVE YOU - SARA" under the finished toddler masterpiece.Sara's father then got madder than she'd ever seen him and he started shouting things at her mummy that Sara couldn't understand, but they must have been. Mai paglo ki tarah uske badan ko chumne laga wo v mera khub sath de rahi thi aur siskiya nikal rahi thi. Maine uski bara utar di uske boobs muh me lekar chusne laga wo pagal hone lagi bol rahi thi aaaaaaahhhhhhh vikkkas aur chuso aaaaaahhhhhhh fir maine uski panty v utar diya kya chut hai uski bilkul bread ki tarah puli hui aur ek v bal nahi puri chikni mai to dekhte hi pgal ho gaya aur apni chaddi utar diya mere lund tan kar uske samne aa gaya wo boli itna bada hai ye to fad dega meri maine. When we got to the limo, I remembered the disks and keys. I went back and got them, stuffing them into my sash. I set the alarm and locked up as I went back out to the limo and got in. The security guard opened the gate and we went through, headed for the funeral home. The ride was about twenty minutes, and I don't think a word was spoken the whole way. Kat was holding my hand and Sally was holding hers as we drove.When we got into town, Tiny said the funeral home was around the next corner and. Every color.” He saw her nod out of the corner of his eye, and looked down as she pulled the phone away. He could feel his dick rising at the thought of her feet in those boots, but he stayed silent.“Position Four, pet,” she said firmly.He moaned a little at the bossy tone in her voice, always a glutton for her domination. Position Four. Obediently, he got up from his place on one knee, instead getting on his hands and feet with his belly facing up, knees bent. He could feel his face turn.