Me apni story iss par first time likh raha hu ye ek real story hai waise iss ka daily reader hu mujhe yahan ki saari stories boht pasand hai, ek baat ...ataun to mujhe ladkiyon ke feets yani peir boht pasand hai jahan bhi sundar feetsDekhta hu dil karta hai achi tarah chaat lu choos lu meri lunn ka size kafi acha hai mota taja hatta kattaa me apni story par aata hu ye story meri or meri cuzn jiska naam mannu hai baat us samey ki hai jab me 12th me Tha school ke vacation the or wo 11th me thi wo. Red-Cap noticed that the Woodcutter had an erection, and so she knew why he had been walking a little behind her, he'd been looking at her legs and arse. As they talked, she checked him out. He wasn't bad looking, brown hair and beard, very tall and muscular, about fifty years old. Finally, deciding her day couldn't get any weirder so it didn't matter what else she did, she unzipped his flies and in a lightning move had his dick out and was knelt between his legs. "My, what a big cock you've. The other end of ‘that’ floats on a lake behind the mountains; a lake that isn’t on any map.”“Hey, Lisa,” Macario joked. “That’s the lake you made to block off the third Confederate army.”They all laughed at that. Annalisa laughed, too, not really understanding because she hadn’t been there.“So you were all there,” Dani exclaimed, brightening up. “And there really was a battle!”“Yes,” Lisa replied. “There really was a battle. It was Armageddon. They destroyed us and we destroyed the. . except... except... The pain of her betrayal had receded over time, but the pain of having her shred the most important relationship of his whole life hadn't faded even a smidgen.Susan had forced him to throw her out; she had understood that he wouldn't tolerate another man in their marriage, but even though she gave, and had always given, every indication that she wanted their marriage as much as he, she'd made it impossible. She hadn't attempted to excuse her behavior with psychobabble.