Kabhi uske muh par kabhi chut par …… kabhi boobs par …. Ab aunty puri exite ho chuki thi……. Usne apni nighty aur bra penty sab nikal diya….... aur puri nangiiii ho gai……….. kya kayamat thi yaaro….. gora badan…… chikne bade boobs….. chikni chut………… ab vo mere lund ko bahar nikal kar chusne lagi aur me bhi uski chut ko chat ne ki kosis karne laga……. Bahut maja aaya……. Fir me uske boobs par kutte ki tarah chatne laga… aur vo apni ungli apni chut me dal kar maje lene lagi…….Fir thodi der baad vo dogy. Rebecca's hands were around his neck and she laid her head on his shoulder as she pushed her erect nipples into his chest.They danced for three straight slow songs before the deejay put on a fast paced song. Rebecca pulled back from Dave and motioned towards the refreshments table. Dave took her hand and guided her to the table. They each picked up a drink and walked to the seats where Dave's friends were sitting. John smiled at Dave, "I saw Katherine's little performance. It's hard to believe. Saying it is just not right was the samereason people gave for being against women wearing pants. Saying it isjust not right was the same reason people gave when they fought againstsegregation. Saying it is just not right was the same reason people gavefor being against trains and airplanes. It is not right was just a lazyway to say I don't like it so no one else should either."Don't shake your head at me Lizzy, you know it is not right." Lisa, I am shaking my head for I disagree. I think it is. When Brenda pulled to a stop beside me, I looked over her sled and recognised a fair bit of it as the old mower I had 'thrown away' at the end of the summer. Brenda saw that I recognised the bits."I told you there was nothing wrong with the engine that a decent mechanic couldn't fix," she said. "Some business-man you're going to make, Sean if you keep throwing away your assets!" But how did it end up like this?" I asked, amazed at what my girl had built out of what I had thought was scrap."Dad.