Was something going on here I didn’t know about?Conversation was brought to a stop as we pulled into our driveway; there was no sign of Alex’s car... so I figured he couldn’t be home yet. “Lauren honey, will you give me a hand with the bags please?” Miss H asked me. Caitlyn had gone to open the door and Sara was right behind her, whispering about something.“Sure thing Miss H” I walked around to the back of the car, a couple of bags were sitting in the trunk, jeez, how many clothes did Sara. . Kas-kas kar dhakke maro mere rajaaaaaa, chodo jor es sali bur kooooooo, jo har samay chudane ke liye bechain rahati hai… chooooo..dooooooo…… Ab to mai bhi tufan mail kee tarah chudai karane laga. Bur se pura lund nikalata aur puri gaharai tak pel raha tha. Mai to swarg kee havao me urane laga.. Bhabhi kya mazza aa raha hai meri rani ..kha..jamke.. “hai rajjjja ! Our jor…seeeeee … bara majjjjjjjja aaaaa aa raha hai……our joooorrrr seeee……. ..ohhhhh maaaaa oh mere raja bahut achchha lag raha. The boss isn't going to be happy about that. Oh, well. It's just a job.I checked the mail a week later and noticed an advertisement for a motorcycle rider course. A two-day event that would use up one Saturday and Sunday and take the state required test for a motorcycle endorsement. Sounded ok to me. What else did I have to do? I signed up, took the course and passed. Then I went shopping for a bike.I went at first looking at choppers. I have always loved those. I found a Big Dawg shop and fell. Their kisses were almost frantic. Jacqui took one of Trisha’s nipples in her mouth and groaned as she sucked. Trisha’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, softly moaning while her hands roamed over Jacqui, encompassing a breast, pinching a nipple, down her back to her butt and up again. It was like they wanted to touch every part of each other in the two minutes. I was pretty sure I’d allowed the time to go over, but I didn’t have any desire to stop them. I watched as they switched places and.