The cart was similar to a garden handcart--just smaller. This one was nothing more than two iron-rimmed, wood-spoked wheels on an axle with brackets a...tached to a flat, wooden bed. Iron cleats along the edge of the cart provided a place to tie a load down and to tie a sheepskin covering over it to keep off the rain. I could push it, pull it, or even harness it to a horse or large dog.I tried to check my cell phone, just in case, and discovered that it didn’t make the trip. Even my wallet and. After a few moments, I said, “I don’t think you came yourself.”“No, I didn’t, but sometimes it just goes like that. You more than made up for it with your mouth and tongue before.”There was something I had to know. “Is it possible for you to come by just be being penetrated anally?”“Not very likely, I need the manual stimulation too.”It seemed like a very prosaic conversation for such a topic. I held her and I wanted to say something like, Meryl, I love you. But did I really love her? I hardly. A middle-aged Italian man with greasy hair anda moustache was standing in front of me, looking directly into my face.I didn't recognise him but he seemed to recognise me. He said "Ithought you had left town." He was definitely talking to me. What hadhe called me? "Do I know you?" "You said you were going home to staywith your mother yesterday. You moved out all your stuff. Did youdecide not to go?" I stared at him. He thought I was her. He must have.He thought I was Samantha Gardener. Was he. Wo akeli chutiyo me ghar ati tab ham sath me bahut sari masti aur hasi majak karte the, hum sex ki baate share kiya karte the isliye wo esi bato k liye mere sath bold rehti thi, me jab bhi usko dekhta tab mera 7.5” lamba aur 2” choda Land uske husna ko salami deta tha aur bathroom me ja kar muth mar leta tha. kai salo se muje uske saath sex karne k khwab ate the pr me use bata nahi shakta tha kyoki sex ki bate karna aur sex karne me bahut fark he, aur uski shadi ho gayi aur me man hi man nirash.