Vo mere upar aa ke mere boobs ko chusne lage unhone meri bra ek jathke main utar phaki or mere boobs ko kutto ke tarah chatne lage main kaha sasur je ...aram se Kijiya par vo nahi mane or mere boobs ko katne lage jab vo mere boobs ko chus rahe the tab unheno ne ek hath meri panty ke ander dal diya or meri pussy ko rub karne lage 15 min tak vo yahi karte rahe.main kafi garam ho gaye the tab unhone apna lund mere muh main dal diya unka lund kafi chota tha 10 min use chusne ke bad unhone kaha bahu. I didn’t mean to cut up the ball, I swear…but, it seemed perfect. Just right for…you.” Staring at her with wild eyes, “You thought it was necessary?” “I had to. For you.” “Me?” “Yes. Football runs in your blood, Marcus. But so does everything else. Life, family…everything. The colors of day and night matched brilliantly with the Rams when your grandfather played.” “I should take you apart for damaging something so valuable.” She nodded, tears beginning to drop from her eyes. At first upon. It came in the form of the War of 1812 with the sound of drums, the bagpipes wailing and the long lines of Red forming attacking formations in the freshly built cities of the new nation. The war started well for the London war planners but eventually fell into the familiar pattern of limited resources and impossible lines of communication and logistics that were too detracting to any chance of success. Much blood was shed and old wounds reopened but the result was the same as in the American. The Town was not very big and had greeted them very friendly.But now it was a bit boring. While her Husband had put up all the Scanners and had searched the best spots for them. But that was something for the Boys. Nothing for her. She wanted to enjoy the nature. A little Walk would be fantastic for her and so she smiled and took some of her things and put them into her Backpack. After she informed the others that she would take a walk through the woods.It felt fantastic to walk on path that no.