Main nay kha ab sharmana chor aur sach bata tera mun kar raha ha ya nahi to vo bola kar to raha mom tum pic vali aurat say be zaida sexy ho to main na... kha ab kis bat ko dekh rahay ho atif be ghar main nahi ha chalo apnay kapray utharo.phir kia tha jab us nay kapray utharay to main nay us ka lun pakra aur boli tera lun bohat barha kam say kam teray daddy say to double ha ya us say be zaida.Aj tu us jaga par apnay munglay jaisay lun ko dalay ga jahan say tu bahir aya tha.Main nay kha beta khul. Tony said they were stopping off at his house to get some more beer and then would drop me off. By the time we got to Tony's house the guys had started to cheer me up by getting me to laugh. They were telling me stories about some of the funnier moments during the soccer season.They offered me a second beer and I accepted that one also. A few miles from my home Tony asked if I would like to go with them to a place we all called the Hill. It was our local make-out spot that overlooked a small. The sun had beat down on us all day and I was ready for the cool night breeze to blow on my face. The dark was a welcome sight tonight and there was definitely a nice breeze blowing. I walked barefoot down the long, winding country road listening to the sounds of the wind through the trees, people in distant houses, and animals making themselves known. The soft, cool sand between my toes felt like I was walking in baby powder. I laughed as the wind blew my spaghetti-strapped, short sundress. Finally he got up and walked over to the table. He came back to bed with the strawberries. She watched as he took a ripe one and bit into it, the juices running down his chin. ‘You want one?’ he asked. ‘Yes’ she replied. He removed another one and placed her to her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted the sweet fruit. Like him she let the juices run down her chin. When she was done, he said ‘I think I want another.’ Taking another, he moved it between her legs. He gently slid the fruit along.