“Ten percent,” Betsy answered.“Where will he be getting his stock from?”Betsy said, “The recycling plant.”“Let me guess, you own ten per...ent of that.”“No. I own eighty percent,” Betsy said. “My dad owns the other twenty percent.”Al asked, “How many companies do the two of you own parts of?”Betsy said, “I’ve got a handful over three thousand.”“I’ve got about sixty,” Chuck answered. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “She started before I did.”Al sat there studying the two young people sitting. Her question and the yearning I heard in her voice, sent another intense jolt through my raging hard on and I pulled it out just before the count down of emanate explosion began that would have pumped ounces of hot jizz into her mouth. "Be careful." I warned her, "you don't want me to blast off and fill your mouth with cum do you?" "That's exactly what I was trying to accomplish" she responded as she maneuvered my cock back into her mouth. Afraid of possibly downing her in the sea of cum I felt. Tera ghr h toh kya..Mai tere papa se shadi kar chuki ab yeh mera v ghr h …. ..Jitna tera haq h utna mera v haq h jitna tera sbpe haq h utna mera v sbpe haq h …. Aunty bole ja rhi aur idhr gf chut chuswa rhi thi aur aahh aahh yes mc chus mera …. Pura chut ka bhosda bana de …. .Common my fucking raja …. Aj toh tu mjhe jannat hi dikha de bol rhi thi …. …Yeh sb dekh k aunty pura chid gyi aur chillai dono randa randi ko dikhati hun ki bado ka baat nah sunne ka hasl kya hota h… Phr aunty ayi aur mera. Even those quickly fade away like morning mist on a bright, sunny day. Only the here and now remains for me. Boundless optimism fills me. Relief too for escaping a life of sadness. Anticipation of joys to come. It seems that whatever promises were made to me have been more than kept.My skirt is pretty in its own way, with a very intricate two-tone lacy pattern of hearts, sunflowers, and unicorns. It is very “girly” with a scent of the outdoors. I like it.In front, my “skirt” barely covers my.