Like the screen door. I quickly pulled up my briefs and jumped into my shorts and trotted down the stairs. In the kitchen was Stacy, one of my sister'... friends."Oh, hi, Doug, I came over to see Carolyn." Um, she's gone to see my Aunt Marie with my mom, won't be back until about seven."Now, Stacy, is beautiful. My favorite of all of Carolyn's friends. She was instant-hard-on material in my book."I was just going to have a soda, would you like one?", I asked staring at her chest as I opened the. But now, he felt, as if he had abandoned his culture and tradition by leaving and Yasmin’s public nakedness was a reflection of her rootlessness. The seeds the gardener sows eventually grow, but when planted away from its natural soil, the plant may never grow. The earth is sacred, the soil is spiritual and the land is wise and this gives root to morality. The land remember those who have trod on it in the past and its experiences give rise to tradition, which is passed onto future gardeners,. Eager to be inside her but she lifted herself away gently scolding me... "Tut tut.. you WILL NOT move in me, you will sit still like a good boy, do you understand"? I nodded, so turned on. I really wanted to take her roughly but it was obvious she was not about to let that happen. She took my cock in her hand and again rested her pussy onto the tip of my cock..."Tell me who I am?" she whispered...."Your Chloe!" I replied..... slightly confused as to what she wanted me to say?"I'm not Chloe. I stiffened my hips and lowered myself, allowing my body weight to force my cock into her. Her tight passage resisted my intrusion, allowing only my soft cockhead to penetrate into her before pushing her towards the head of the bed and making my legs slide backwards. She bit her lip and dug her ankles into the backs of my thighs as I crawled forwards to brace for another push into her. My powerful hands slid beneath her to help anchor her bony ass. My torso now mashed her into the motel bed.