Carmine Robertson looked at the rain that fell steadily down her window. The lights were low, the candles flickered in the back ground, their glimmer ...eflected in the mirror by her bed. She sat on the window seat, the cushion underneath worn and tattered, but still comfortable. Carmine, however was not. Her fingers trailed the paths of the rain as it splattered to and fro, the beating rhythm filled her senses and she pressed her forehead against the cold glass.He was very late.Deep inside she. I lay back against the pillows with my hand on the back of my head. Stacy—beautiful, glowing and covered in a light sheen of sweat like some beautiful Roman priestess covered in glistening oils—skimmed back the sheets as well and slid in next to me. She lay her head back against the pillows under my raised arm, and I moved to hold her shoulder, welcoming her closer to me.We were both still panting and hot, so we left the sheets and blankets folded back at our waists. I was enchanted by the. This is the continuation from part1 .Mom was holding the strangers cock and asking ” AOGE KYA”. THEY used to ask mom’s rate and due to the huge amount used to walk away.Then a sumo car with 6 big men stopped in front of mom. All the men got down and came towards mom and one of the men asked mom,” tere chooth ko chohdne ke liye kya rate hai RANDI? (what is the rate to fuck you prostitute?) and smacked on mom’s ass. Mom told them to speak about her rate to Ashok as she was just the prostitute and. Especially, men. He has stomped and injured two men, and nobody wants to deal with him, so his owner has decided to destroy him."I thought about what Sam told me about Stretch for the rest of the day. Stretch was the most beautiful Palomino stallion I had ever seen. I had to try something, so I walked over to the corral where Stretch had been confined. As I approached the corral, Stretch seemed to know that I was there to visit him. He came to the gate and pushed his head over the rail toward.