Fir usne mere kaode b utar diye hum dono nange hogaye the fir mene usko puch kya karu ab tujhe me toh usne bola mujhe meri chut ko chaat uski chut kaa...i thi par mujhe aisa lag raha tha ki me chocolate chaat raha hu woh bahut garam hoo gai thi aur aaaaahhhhaaahhhaahhaa ahhhajh kar k chilaa rahi thi fir mene socha k kyu naa uski gand b chaatu fir mene uski gand b chati woh sach me tadap rahi thi aur chilaa rahi thi oh yes fuck me fuck fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck fuck me ohh Yeah kh kar mera lund. I didn't remember very much, although I'd had that same dream many times. Strange isn't it, the way some dreams are like that? But I remembered the water and kneeling on the shore. Washing my face. Pouring the sea into my eyes so that the salt was stinging. I wept in my dreams and that was a secret pleasure and I didn't want to leave it. Five minutes more, facing the rising sun with my shadow long behind me. Two minutes or just one ... A single moment less than I could bear."Wake up, bitch!". They took after the departed Indians at a fast jog, a pace that they could maintain for hours if they had to. The Indians had taken a relatively easy and open route, so they had no difficulty in maintaining their speed. They followed for the remainder of the day, only taking short breaks so that they would not be too tired if they caught the Indians before they expected to.They had decided to make camp for the night as soon as they found a suitable place, and they were about ready to stop when. I was growing more and more aroused as the ritual continued with my nipples hard and stiff and my little pussy growing wetter with each new sensation. Then without the least bit of warning his fingers grasped the the front of my blouse just below the neckline and with one violent tug he ripped the fabric open clear down to the waistband of my denim shorts. The tattered blouse hung from my shoulders and he proceeded to grab the fabric in various locations and with violent tugs continue to remove.