And I’d skip I-35 altogether. Vanessa and Walker and Pilar were too polite to yawn as I had recited my Los Angeles surface-street triumphs.Suddenly,...bright, bright lights flashed on in my rearview. Way high, some sort of monster truck. I was barely a mile past the Excelsior outskirts and I tried to hit the accelerator when — WHAM! The fucker rammed me, sending the rear of my truck spinning to the right.I was in shock, fighting the wheel, ears ringing, half-blinded. It was a second, maybe two or. ‘No don’t do it please..Aaaaassshhh, I wanna go..’‘Ah, Pri, you don’t know how good this feels’, saying so, I unpinned her pallu to make her stand in her blouse and petticoat. She covered her boobs, being shy.I straight away went for her lips and started kissing them. It went on for a minute. Then I went down and raised her saree to the thighs. I started to kiss her legs one by one, licking to her knees, then her thighs. During that time, my hands were busy on her waist.‘Don’t do it, this is so. Donna knew her mind in that area and there was nothing "curious" about her sexual desires to be with other women. Both women had exchanged steamy hot emails telling the other person how horny they were and how much they wanted to fuck the other person. Their first cyber-fuck was extremely arousing to both as Tammy and Donna both played with their own bodies as they wrote their hot sexual comments and replies to each other on their computers.At that point, it was very obvious to both young women. He had beaten her and her face was swollen. "Mister, does that woman belong to you?" I asked not being able to tolerate a man beating a woman very well."I am free," the woman gasped.The man turned to slap her. "Mister, if she isn't yours, I can't let you beat her."He pulled a knife and threatened, "Put your nose back where it belongs, boy." Let her go," I said. I pulled my revolver from my holster.He let go of her hair. She started crawling away. When I glanced at her, he threw his knife. It.