A survivor, she learned that she’s a strong woman. With all the writing she’s done while alone in her room, she learned that she was very creative...and prolific. With writing a lifelong apprenticeship, she learned that she got better at her craft with every story she wrote. She learned how much serenely more beautiful the country was over the city. No doubt living here, as if living in an asylum, has saved her life. * * * * * Tragically enough, she moved to the Hershey area to live with her. I was so hard and lubed from her wetness that it didn't take much effort to slowly enter into the pussy I have wanted for so long. It had been a while for her ( even longer for me), she was moaning and groaning really seeming to be liking how I was slowly fucking her as I held her legs in the night air. She raised her shirt and played with her massive tits as I started fucking her harder and faster. Damn this pussy was every bit as good as I thought it would be! After I had fucked her warm,wet. Ham dono railing par haath rakh kar paas paas khade hogaye, voh apna ake haath neeche karke meri pant ka zip khol kar under haath daal dya aor underwear ke hole se haath under daal kar mere lund ko haath mein lekar underwear se baher nikal kar Fondle karne laga. Mera lund erect hone laga, aor thodi hi dare mein voh full length mein aakar rod ban gaya, voh bola, “Dear tumhara Lund to bada solid hai, phir bhi tum Bottom ho”, Main bola mujhe top mein interest nahin hai, magar mujhe tumhari plump. On her feet she had little white ankle socks and tall black patent leather stilettos, which I also think the school would have frowned upon.As she looked up at me, the sudden movement of her head, combined with the effect of the alcohol caused her to lose her balance and she fell sprawled backwards across the log, presenting me with a beautiful sight of this stunning young stranger bent over with her head and feet in contact with the ground, but her midriff forced ungracefully towards me, which.