I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as hard and fast as I could, the front wheels wobbling in the dirt. “I hope it does...'t lock up” was all I could think. First—second--third--and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in circles, doing donuts, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony's shoulders, raising his arm in victory. My. ________She had tried for a while to fight her shell, tried to keep her mind active. She had tried counting out loud, saying times tables, just to keep talking, but soon decided that she sounded insane, the crazy girl in the cell talking nonsense. Talking became worse than not talking Then she had tried doing little rhymes in her head - talk, walk, chalk, rock - but they had always turned bad - sock, suck, fuck - and thinking became worse than not thinking. It had become easier to give up on. Since his work demands site visits, etc., he had to join the office immediately. So, even after returning to Kolkata, he was away a lot of the time and I and my milf neighbour continued to fuck. Whenever he went out, I went over to his house and fucked his wife.Whenever the Bengali milf suspected that her husband could come home early, she would tell him that she was going out with her friends or to her parents’ place and that she would return late in the evening so that he wouldn’t come home. My money was on her.I leaned into her and then I started to feel of her breasts. I couldn’t believe that Rick had never touched them before. I was the first boy to feel such fine merchandise. They were just as firm as they had looked and her nipples were even harder than they had looked. My cock was also getting harder. As the kiss lasted I slipped one hand down lower to cup her pussy mound as she opened her legs. I slipped a finger into her moist slit and brought it up to her clit as she.