She was fine besides a broken nose and a mild concussion, but she still hasn't forgiven me for that night. That was ten years ago.Her name was Helen. ...he was a very sweet girl, but awful quiet. That made things easy, I was quiet too. Mostly we'd sit together, saying and doing nothing, letting our minds wander wherever they would. Sometimes we'd say our thoughts out loud. That's how we came up with some of our best ideas, like the go-kart. We devised for a vehicle so fascinating, it was sure to. Stan thought about the problem and came to the conclusion that the only thing he could do was to ride in the stagecoach as a passenger and wait until a robbery occurred. He would then attempt to capture the robber or kill him if necessary. This was the plan he presented to Grundy the next day. Stan proposed to start the next morning riding back and forth between San Francisco and Sacramento until he had a chance to catch the bandit. Grundy agreed, so that's what they settled on.The next. So we all started to migrate down to our basement were we have a big sex play area with a sex swing and toys and accessories but on this occasion we laughed at each other going down the stairs that we will probably not need any of that with all these cocks.When we got there my wife turned to me and said “I am so fucking wet right now and I cant wait for you and me to eat lots of cum”. With that I put my hand down my wife’s paints and felt here dripping cunt. She was right, it was the wittiest. While she was struggling to put things back in her purse, Ginger bent down to pick up the phone and hand it to the stranger. When she did so, the woman was reaching for it too and their hands brushed. Instantly, Ginger’s whole body was given a rush of light and tingly pleasure. The woman, too, appeared to be affected and looked up at Ginger. “Hi, here you go,” said Ginger, handing her the phone. “What is your name?”“Raleigh,” said the woman. “Thanks.”Then Ginger noticed that the woman’s pants.