Lekin ye sab karne ke bad mai apavitra hojaungi. Hosakta hai bua ko pata chal jaye. Kuchh bhi hosakta hai.Fufa ji-tum kya chahti ho batao to.Mai-train...ng ke bad placement me kafi kharcha hota hai, kya pata mujhe kahi aur rehna pade. Tab kya hoga. To ap meri madad karenge na.Fufa ji-bas itni si bat ! Mai tumhari hamesha madad karunga. Tum bas meri bat man lo.Mai-to ek scooty khareed do aj. Mujhe bas me jane ane me kafi muskil hoti hai.Fufa ji-theek hai promise, aj hi sham ko tumhe ladunga.Ye. Erika Steele, that has a nice ringto it. You could stay home all day while your man goes to work, I betyou would love that, you could do all the housework during the day, andhave dinner ready for me when I come home, and of course you wouldwelcome me home with that hot little housewife mouth of yours with anice long blow job for me after a hard day's work," Wayne whispered inmy ear as his hand now moved from my ass and moved up my dress and beganto rub my little pantied clit.I was so turned on. My thinking was clearer now. My pain was clearer too. My head didn't hurt as much, but my ribs and hip and thigh hurt like hell. Not screaming pain, but a dull, continuous, throbbing pain.I lay there, trying to assess my situation. In a hospital? Definitely. Concussion? Likely. Broken ribs? Likely. Fractured hip and maybe femur? Possibly. Tube in my throat? Definitely. Punctured lung? Possibly. If only half this was fact, I was one fucked up cowboy. Who was I? Colin Stewart. Where was I?. As Jenni fell Zoe pounced. Zoe dropped on to the brunette, digging her knee into the small of her back. Zoe nastily tugged at Jenni’s bra strap, trapping her boobs and making it hard to breathe. Zoe now reached under Jenni’s chin to try for a headlock but her opponent was too smart and quick. She bit horribly on Zoe’s fingers! Zoe screamed in pain and rolled away, it seemed now Jenni was in charge of this ever-changing fight.As Zoe was on her knees wringing her chewed finger to rid herself of.