I'm sure we made small talk, but I don't remember what was said. I only remember the pounding of my heart and the wetness between my legs. The proper ...ar comes and we get on. I whisper to Bill that I'm not wearing any panties and he gives a sharp intake of breath. We are standing in the stair part of the car - I'm about 2 steps up from him and he runs his fingers up my stockinged thigh to confirm that I'm telling the truth. Now it's my turn to breathe in. He was so tender and gentle. Stroking. .mmmmar gai rahuuullllllll…..ohhh ohhhh…mai to dar gaya ki ye kya hua..phir chachi ko mene pucha chaki kuch problem hai to mai aap na land nikal deta hu to wo boli nahi rahul esa hota hai jab koi land choot mai dalta hai na tab. aur kaha rahur aur jor se dhakka lagao ..1st dhakke mai land 2 inch hi andar gaya tha.. phir 2nd dhakka lagaya to mera 3 inch land andar chala gay ..ki unke muh se aavaj(voice) hi nahi nikal payi…phir mene unko kiss karne laga aur bobs dabane laga…mai thodi der ruk gaya. The singer began:Living easy, loving freeSeason ticket on a one-way rideAsking nothing, leave me beTaking everything in my strideDon't need reason, don't need rhymeAin't nothing I would rather doGoing down, party timeMy friends are gonna be there tooI'm on the highway to hellOn the highway to hellHighway to hellI'm on the highway to hellDoug's voice rose, briefly, sharply, challenging but not overcoming themusic. The radio, with no assistance from the driver, had increased itsvolume:Hey Momma,. I was talking to a man on my favorite app about whether or not I was actually a nymphomaniac, not that it really mattered if I was or not. I have learned that most men love a woman that is crazy about sex, no matter what title she goes by. In the progress of our conversation he told me that it had been well over a year since he’d had sex of any kind. My first thought was that this was my kind of man. I mean he had to be horny as hell and of course, me being the kind of woman that I am, I.