The scores ... I dunno. an 8 is the new 5 it seems to me. I mean everyone gets eights and so that's the middle of the bell curve. basically the scale ...or stories, reflected in reviews, is 7-10 ... a four point scale with anything less than a six being punishment. Maybe it's a love hate thing. "I love your story, I give you a 10" or "I hate your story. I give you a six, because I don't want to hurt your feelings."Of course I get 1's all the time, so I'm biased about scores.I'm just rambling on.. Mujhe ek ajeeb sa dar bhi lag raha tha. Tabhi maa ne kaha, “ Waah, tu to sach me bada ho gya hai.”Aur maa ne lund sehlate hue apna muh meri aur kiya, aur maine jhat se uske hoth par kiss karne laga. Maa ne mere hath jhatakte hue kaha, “mai kaha bhagi ja rahi, dhire kar jo karna hai.” Phir maa ne khud apne hoth mere hoth k paas kiye aur mujhe ishara kiya kiss karne ka, tab maine phir se use kiss kiya. Kiss karte karte kab mera hath maa k mummo pe chala gya mujhe pata bhi nahi chala. Par 38D k. I remembered taking it off as slowly and seductively as possible. I remember the looks on the guys' faces when I did and it excited me. I liked stripping for them. I hoped I could do it again.Once naked, I stood to admire my body in the mirror. My skin was a golden brown colour now, and I also had a slightly pink triangle surrounding my pussy, where my bikini bottoms normally cover. I had caught the sun today, whilst being naked and I liked it.Out of the corner of my eye, I could see in the. Two Miles to the west, near the forest there is an old mill”, the man said. His breath stank of rotten teeth and beer. “No one lives there. I think you could live in the old house and perhaps plant something on the old field nearby.”Henry thought about it. They have wandered enough. And the baby was on the way. Perhaps, they could look at this old house…*The Mill was old, that was clear. There were holes in the roof, and the sunken walls were mossy and green. Some broken tools, a rusty hark and.