.. and the shooters ... was found mashed and mangled at the foot of the abandoned railroad bridge in the middle of the abandoned rail line, struck by ...n abandoned diesel switcher that had run into the car ... and occupants ... at midnight. The crossing where they were struck was nearly two miles from the bridge.There wasn't even a whiff of fumes in the fuel tank and this is the superstitious deep south.Where did all this come from? During the war, and after the war, America wasn't all that. This would explain my not so enthusiastic feeling about her saying she was downstairs.Being with her here is actually more fun than I expected, the gist got funnier and the atmosphere got more sensual, I moved closer to her, she faced me and our lips found each other in a slow, wet kiss. It felt better than those ones we had while we were in her house. Our tongues continued to explore each other’s mouths in what I can only define as incredible.She wore a light transparent flimsy shirt, my hands. ..now stroke yourself." she whispered again.I didn't wait. I started running my finger and thumb along my cock. "I'm gonna cum very soon.." I groaned letting go off the nipple."Shhhhhh...." and she slipped her nipple back in my mouth."You drink my milk everyday. I want to drink yours too." she said."mmm......" I groaned with a mouthful of breast and milk."Yeah baby! Feed your mother with your delicious cock milk." "mmm......" Give me your milk honey. Mommy wants your milk!" she urged me running. Recently, Tara had been accepted into an ivy league college and would be relocating to Boston in the fall. The Winger's would need to find a new babysitter. They were not looking forward to that task. Tara was an amazing girl. Kathy and Jerry Winger were planning to take Tara out for a very interesting dinner. They knew of a very different and interesting restaurant. They knew for sure she'd never been there. Most people probably never even heard of it. The whole experience was very different.
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