Usne meri dusri chuchi chusne ke liye position badli. Jo nippal pahle chusi jaa rahi thi, wo ab masli jaa rahi thi aur jo nippal pahle masli jaa rahi ...hi wo ab chusi jaa rahi thi. Us chhoti si car me chudai ka toofan uth raha tha aur bahar barsat ho rahi thi. Kisi ko pata nahi tha ki wahan ham ek car me chudi chudi ka khel khel rahe the. Us ka ek hath meri pairon ke jod ki taraf badha to maine apne pair thode chaude kar liye taki wo meri safachat, chikni chut par aaram se hath phira sake. Hath. Suddenly, Dana burst into the room. Dana was a cute little blonde, skinny as Olive Oyl with bright lively blue eyes. She was two grades ahead of us and I saw her as one of the “big k**s.”“I’m telling.” She screamed and slammed the door.“She wont tell.” Peter said, “I know that she broke the windshield on daddy’s car and she is too afraid to tell. Don’t stop doing what you were doing.”About a minute later a different Dana slowly opened the door. She came over to us fascinated and watched us. Later that evening, Marcy anxiously kept glancing at her husband who was sitting on the couch in the living room. "Come on," she urged under her breath. "Come on. You must see it. It's sitting right in front of you. Come on, pick it up."Almost like magic, Jerry started reaching for the bro- "No, damn it," she silently cursed. He picked up the TV cable guide, instead ... wait ... he's hesitating. I think he sees the brochure. YES! He has it in his hand. He's opening it.A big smile stretched. Her gait was getting ataxic, her face darker. She stopped to rest for moment, then continued to struggle with her dying legs. “I will take over from now on,” I said. She nodded sadly and slipped her crutches from under her arms. I lifted her up with one arm a round her back and the other under the back of her knees . “Thank you,” she said and rested her cheek on my shoulder. I had no problems carrying her. She was petite, weighing no more than 120 pounds. “I hate causing problems,” she.