Diya uski saansain boht taij chal rhi thi aur wo kamp b rhi thi main ne kaha thais pe massage kro to wo meri thais pe hath pharnay lagi uski hips mere...taraf thi aur uski penti geeli hoti najar aa rhi thi. Usi waqt us ne mere lund ko hath lgaya aur boli ye to boht sakht hy main ne kaha bechara andar band hay na under wear utaar k iski b malish kr do wo to jisay integar mein thi uss ne jaldi se mera underwear utaar diya bs phir kya tha mera pora 9 inch ka sakht khara ho gya wo mota b boht tha k. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~` Justin sat at the kitchen table, slamming back his fourth beer. What was he going to do now. He had her but he couldn’t keep her here. Sooner or later someone was going to come looking for her. He had to find somewhere else to keep her, somewhere safe. He popped the top off of another beer, it wasn’t supposed to be this way. Why did she have to run away. She was his. His DAMN IT! Why couldn’t she see that. He had thought at first that if he couldn’t have her then nobody. The stock took up an entire three masted Lake Schooner shipment, if you couldn't buy it at Gustafson's you didn't need it.The first year, Carl lasted five months and the snows hit. It's hard to sell anything when no one in town saw out of doors for weeks at a time ... and they knew it was coming.For the next thirty-five years, Gustafson's changed hands faster than a tax dollar. Every new owner added stock, sold like crazy for five months and left.The Quality Department Store became the. She stood up and started speaking in almost hushed, melodic tones. She was weaving a tale of erotic delight; she was hypnotizing me with her words.“The beauty,” she said, “of Sapphic delights is in the slow build, the smoldering fire that ignites the flames of passion. The beauty of interracial pleasures is in the contrast. Your body is a black canvas upon which pleasure should be painted.” She paced back and forth, her heels clicking on the tile, punctuating her speech. “I wish to serve.