“If anyone wants to touch my boobs before I go, come on over.” As I said that, all the eyes in the room went from my body to my face.“Seriously?...�� the guy in charge asked. I was used to strange men touching me at the booth. The only difference here was that there wasn’t a wall between us.“Knock yourselves out. I feel bad I got some of you worked up, it’s my olive branch.” They exchanged nervous glances again. “Hurry up before I change my mind,” I added. The guy closest to me, who I called out. I was able to shoot a turkey with the rifle and supplement my supplies. The stock was able to graze on the lush grass.I picked some wild plums that afternoon and enjoyed the change from what I had been eating.The next morning the road was passable so we started out again. As we got closer to Demopolis I saw big flat fields that were growing cotton that was blooming. I always liked seeing the cotton bloom.I rode into the town of Demopolis on a Thursday afternoon. I put op my stock in the livery,. "She giggled a little and jumped up, took my hands and led me into her bedroom.She sat me on the bed and explained that this was total role reversal. She didn't want to blow me and I wouldn't fuck her she wasn't into that at all. I agreed and she started pulling up my shirt. "Get naked and just sit here, I'll be right back."She went into her bathroom for a minute as I undressed. she came out wearing nothing but her strap on. I guess she thought I was a little nervous and she asked me if I was. . Pta ni kyu aa gai h.. Itne saalon baad to tumse chudvane ko mila h.. Chaar din me hi aa gai bhosdi wali.. Ye ni khud apne pati se pilvati.. Or mai yha tumse.. Mummy ki juban se ye sb shbd or garam kr rhe te muje.. Mummy ab tdp ri ti shayad lund chahiye ta.. Papa se kha betichod kb tk chut chatega.. Lund ghusa se apna musal is bhosde me.. Papa ne b ek hi jhtke me pura lund pel diya chut me.. Maa boli bhosdi k jaise jaise teri umr ho ri h tera lund musal hota ja ra h..Thok beti chod.. Dekh teri.