“Wait a minute.” Clint had an afterthought.He ducked into his tent for a minute. He returned wearing a tan leather vest and a black, flattop, stra...ght brim, hat a moment later. The band around the hat appeared like he made it of gold coins. Janie and the rest of the world didn’t know that they were all genuine single eagle gold coins from the 1860s. The quick draw shoulder holster that held the backup Colt, also in 44-40 caliber, was under his vest. Uncertain about the future, Clint wanted to. He began to pump furiously, grunting loudly with each deep thrust. I grunted in return wanting to push back to meet his hammering cock but unable to get any traction. I awkwardly managed to get my left hand under my belly, allowing my fingertip to rub against my clit as he pumped into me harder and harder with each numbing thrust. I didn’t speak though. I was good. I was covered in sweat and the dull slapping sounds of our bodies striking each other intensified over the next few minutes. It was. . I am a sex maniac .. I love sex and I regularly have with someone or at least call girls.This story happened in 2011. I live alone in our flat in vizag and my parents live in vijayawada. As I live alone and its so easy to bring girls to my flat. That fine day I am in full mood and wanna have some pussy. I got a contact of a girl named indu from my friend. She is a college student and he said she is a sexy girl and started doing this just for her pocket money. She live in hostel and charges. The squirrel looks at you almost unsure as to whether he should trust you or not before running up to you and climbing onto your shoulder.He stays there as you stand up again. “Hey there little guy.” He allows you to stroke him and seems to be quite content. “Well seeing as you’re already here, I could use the company. I hope you’ve got patience though as I’m going to moan the entire day.”If anyone were to witness you talking to a squirrel, they would think that you’d lost the plot. Fortunately.