She looked so god damned sexy in her little black dress as she propped herself up on one arm, sitting on the double bed in the seedy motel room. He ra...ionalized that he would just have a little more fun at her expense with these blue collar men and then neither of them would ever see them again.Joe turned on the radio to a country music station as he told his friends they were lucky to be able to help this young couple out with their honeymoon.Susan had been sitting, listening to the men. I felt at this point as if I don’t have my own thinking. She kneeled down between my legs put hands on my naked thighs and took my dick in her mouth and started doing it in and out. She was doing it so deep that sometimes I felt its pass in her throat but she didn’t giggle it was so easy for her to do all that. I was moaning so loudly and sometimes screaming with pleasure. I was very much sure my mom and Sadia auntie must have heard my screams in the other room. “Gand kiyoon phat rahi hai” I. Her dad was born in Bismarck and her mom was born in Phoenix. Stacy inherited her brown hair and brown eyes and tanning complexion from her mom (sometimes she got tanned brown under the sun but sometimes she got quite pale). Her dad had blond hair and blue eyes and was pasty white. Her parents had met in California and that was where Stacy was born in Sacramento, the capital of California.As for her life in Phoenix, it was sometimes exciting and sometimes boring. She lived alone with mom, in an. Wherever that was.The only thing I could see on this side of the trees was grass. If I was a goat, I might be able to live off it, but I wasn't a goat. I headed back towards the trees. I remember Val saying he killed that ram and fed off if a couple of days. I wasn't a hunk like Val but I might be able to find something to eat. Maybe I could surprise a sleeping squirrel or rabbit. Or find a bird's nest and steal some eggs. Some trees have nuts or acorns or something. Maybe I'd get lucky and.