Mark spent four hours waiting,and saw several deer. Most were does or yearlings, and Tall John saida real hunter never shot those, unless faced with s...arvation. A biggerbuck stopped and paused for a few minutes near Dale's position, andMark refrained from shooting it. It was an easy shot for Dale, but atricky one for Mark at his greater distance. Eventually the deer movedon without a shot being fired.When he judged it was too late in the morning to do anything, Mark gotup and wandered over to. ‘What is it you DON’T like?’ Cindy blushed. ‘Well … when he’s been working in the flowerbeds, like now, he’s always dirty and sweaty. I guess I don’t really like the way he smells sometimes … or the way he tastes.’ ‘Tastes? He makes you suck him?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ Cindy said, almost dreamily. ‘He really likes that.’ ‘Well, DUH! Of COURSE he likes that! What guy DOESN’T like that?’ Betty regarded her companion in silent contemplation. ‘Do you ALWAYS do what you’re told?’ ‘Yes.’ Betty was thinking hard. Phir me uski choot par aaya mene dekha uski choot pehle chudi hui thi meneapni jeeb uski choot me daal di wo siskiya lene lagi phir mene apni ungaliyauski choot me daal di, wo siskiya lene lagi or apne haath mere baalo me phernelagi uske baad uska paani nikal gaya uske paani me se kaafi sexy smell aa rahithi phir usne takiye k niche se delux ka paket nikala, par mene usse kaha issenahi rani aaj tumheMejedaar se karwauga or mene apni paint se mf pan nikala wouse dekh kar khus hui or usne apne. Than I took out my short red dress and redshoes. Finally I went to bathroom and put jewelry and touch of Chanelperfume. I was ready.I was nervously sitting in living room waiting, drinking some juice andshaking both from fear and excitement. Suddenly doorbell rang. I lookedthrough peephole, it was Mike. I was shaking, opened door hidden behindthem. Mike entered and almost collapsed from shock."Oh my God, what is this? How do you? What?" he started asking.Hi Mike it's me, Steve or should I say.