.kuch nahi hua hai….shant ,,,shant ….5 min. mein sarita thodi shant ho gayi lekin dard se abh bhi siiiiiis siiiiiiiiii kar rahi thi…..ab dusare ...dami ne baki ka tel sarita ke nange sharer par daal diya aur alka or who dono us tel se sarita ki malish kane lage….sarita behoshi jaisi haalath mein thi aur ab who na apne boobs chupa rahi thi aur na hi sharma rahi thi.. balki aisa lag raha tha jaise ab woh mentally chudai ke liye tyar ho chuki thi….alka aur who admai zor zor se sarita ke boobs par. What was her name?One more step on the kind, burning stones. And one more step and one more step and one more step, and one more... The world stands still, held by a bright moon crescent. The smile of a massive Moor in the sky over you. The man is ancient, with skin of black, hard-boiled leather softened by an immaculate djellaba. He wears the face of an old titan, who has seen wars big and small, who has lost things and felt the times go by. Scarred, sculpted by nature and men.How beautiful. We used one side of the barn for straw and hay storage and the other for stock to get out of the weather and feed them hay and grain, sort of loafing shed. It was fall, so it wasn't too hot, but warm enough to enjoy without lots of heavy clothes.I remember holding him by the front of his pants and in my sexiest voice, asking "whatcha' got on your mind, big boy?" We always kidded around so he grabbed my sides and started tickling. That always caused me to wiggle and howl. With lots of giggling. “What the heck are you doing Mick?” says Paddy. “Jeez Paddy, ye frightened the livin bejasus out of me”, says an obviously embarrassed Mick, “but me and the Missus been having some trouble lately in the bedroom department, and the Therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor.I took a bird back to mine for sex last night. After some complaints for the first five minutes like,”Stop, you’re too big!” And,”Please No, you’re really hurting me now!” The fat cow eventually rolled off me and.