Aval udane en arugil irunthu ezhunthu kathai thapal potal, iru kangal imaikaamal aval mulaiyaiye paarthu kondu irunthathu. Ennai kaama paarvaiyil paar...hu konde sexyaaga jakitil irukum oru oru kokiyaaga kayata aarambithaal.Avalin sigapu nira jakit velaiyaana tholuku miga sexyaaga irunthathu, athai aval kayatiya udan sexyaana periya mulaiyil velai nira bra maraithu irunthathu.Ennal intha kaama sugathaiye thaanga mudiyaamal irunthathu, pinbu aunty bravaiyum kayatinaal appozhuthu periya mulai parka. He spoke a poem he had composed many years ago about a butterfly, and I knew that I have always been the caterpillar and the butterfly. He confided to me what I already knew – that he was a Shaman, and once again intoned the drone of the Bear in my ears. But he could not make me come, and it was a frustration to us both, feeling this deep sense of exhaustion without release. But I felt honored that he was willing to feel as I felt – as I have felt for eons. He came and dwelt in the limbo where. I felt myself blush as I looked over at Mia. “All right. Are you ready?” She asked with a grin. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied with a slight laugh. Mia showed me how to kick my feet on the sides of the horse to make him walk. We went all over, and she showed me a bunch of old run down ranches that were still full of possessions from the families that had once lived there. After a while we started to gallop, and my pants started to slowly ride up in between my pussy lips. I know the sight. “Gonnacome,” I said quickly, but I barely got the words out and cream was flying out of me and spattering the mirror with my gooey spunk. I was stroking my dick, softly, but it was that work Dyl was doing out back that pushed that crap out of me in huge splats and it ran down the mirror in gelatinous streams. Dyl laughed right into my butt and then sat back, smiling at my reflection in the mirror before he smeared my jiz all around with his hands, like a little kid playing with finger paint. He.