Wo muze dekh k chali jati.par muze uske dil ka haal manali se pata chal jata tha aur me use pata te ja raha tha es sab mai 2 hafte lag gaye.fir me ne ...anali se keh k use manali k ghar movie pe invite karvaya.manali k ghar me ham tino the yaha neha bekhabar thi k kya hone wala hai.wo bich me bathroom gayi bas hamara final stage tha use garam karna.plan k mutabit maine manali ko diwar se chipkaya uska haath mere land pe rakha aur hum deeply french kiss karne lage hum ek-dusre k jibh se jibh bhida. "Fuck me?" she said submissively."I beg your pardon?" Fuck me," she whined.I reached down and grabbed her underneath her arms. By this point, she'd dropped enough weight to allow me to lift her fairly easily, particularly since I'd done some of my own weight training with her over the summer, and kept it up in the Handley gym that fall. Our compulsory routine this year was cowgirl, requiring her to ride me for five minutes. It had turned out to be a fairly poor choice so far, with the earlier. ..the Rose Skulls seem to be at a loss. You are a bunch of gay guys...."Interrupted again, "Oh, we're not gay. No no no. Gay would be way too easy. We are just loyal to our brothers and vengeful when one of them is brought to shame. But we are also violent. We see no difference between you or some bitch. Splitting you in two with our cocks, fists, and whatever else we can find in this well equipped shop will bring us no pleasure....." and that was my queue.I interrupted, brashly, "But. He had a couch and a TV, and a fridge full of beer. I stepped in and looked around. Unlike my garage he kept everything so neat. I didn't see him, but I saw exactly the spot where the wrench belonged, on a pegboard on the outside wall, just next to the side door, which faced our yard, and stood propped open by a concrete lawn gnome that prevented it from accidentally swinging closed in the gentle afternoon breeze.I figured Bill was inside, maybe taking a nap. I don't know why I figured older.