. Wo log frnds me aisi bate karte rahte the so diii ko kuch paresani nhi hone wali thi wo bat karne me… Hum ice crem leke aye sab ne ice crème khay... aur me apne gar chala aaya.Rat ko 10:30 ke aas-pas dii ka msg aya ki usne apni frnd se bat ki maine pucha kya bad ki to diii ne reply kiya ki kuch khas nhi milenge tab bataungi.. Me ne kha thik he as u wish..Thodi der bad diii ka msg aaya ki kal tum free ho mene kha ha free hu to usne kha to thik he 10 baje aa jana ek kam ke liye jana he maine kha. ‘MightyMach’ was an average looking guy with a stocky build, the kind of build one is likely to see in a construction worker. I had one major issue with him. He liked to talk. A lot. Not in a condescending ‘I love my own voice’ sort of way. He was interested in people. He wanted to know all their joys and all their woes. An admirable trait, all things considered. But a trait I, personally, didn’t find worth admiring.He was also too trusting and far too naïve for my tastes. An Achilles’ heel in. Putting the bottle down, she rubs her palms together and reaches for the shaft of my manhood. Her hands close around it with a delightfully gentle pressure and leisurely start working their way up my tool, leaving behind a glistening coating of lube. Her touch is excruciatingly pleasant. As her soft graceful hands approach the crown which is leaking pre-cum, she sits up and looks at it carefully. Then she astounds me by carefully sticking her little pink tongue out and collecting the tiniest. Both of them did well for their first time. They each shot a few flights before giving the bows back to Rob and me.“How did you like it?” I asked Kelly.“It’s fun. I’d like to do it again,” Kelly said. Jenny expressed an interest in shooting too.“Would you girls hunt?” Rob asked.“I don’t know about hunting, but I’d like to shoot at the target,” Jenny said.“I would try hunting if I felt I was good enough. I would hate to wound a deer with a bad shot,” Kelly said.The girls watched Rob and I shoot.