As he drove to the interstate, he drove slowly to give himself more time to react and handle the RV's capability. He'd only driven it short distance s... far, and wasn't yet comfortable in it.Jennifer sat back with a book and Monica moved to sit in the passenger seat. Bill merged onto the interstate and headed towards Savannah. The GPS had originally suggested he take state highways at first, Bill had overridden it. For truckers, the big road, Interstate quality highways were preferred. Fewer. Bohat maja aa raha tha uski choot ko smooch karne me. Fir mene uski chut me apni jib daal or uski chut ko chodne laga. Or wo paglo ki tarha aanhe bharne lagi teji se aaaaahhhaaaa aaaahhhhhaaaaa jaaaaanu maja aa rha hai. Or wo kehne lagi ab apna lund meri chut me daalo na jaanu fado do na. Apni Mansa ki chut chod chod k bhosda bana do meri chut ka jaaan fir usne khud hi apni chut se mera sar pakad k utha liye hamne smooch kiya fir mene use ghodi banne ko kaha . Fata fat ghodi ban mene apna lund. Having reached a consensus with himself, Lethlar crawled towards the gobliness. He caressed her thighs, enjoying the entrancing contrast of her soft, verdant skin with her well-defined muscles for a few moments.Then, he grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders; his lover laughed like a schoolgirl as she landed on her back. He roamed his hands on her legs for a bit longer, rubbing and teasing every inch of her flesh. Every now and then, he planted a kiss on the gobliness’s thigh or. ‘Hey Cliff, this is Kyle. I just got your message. What’s up?’ Cliff took an audible breath and broke the news to his friend, ‘Sorry to be the one to tell you this Kyle, but Gary Conté died early this morning.’ ‘What happened?’ Kyle asked. ‘I just spoke with Gary on Sunday. We were discussing a fishing trip to Utah.’ ‘He got rear-ended by a drunk driver last night on State College Boulevard,’ replied Cliff. ‘Wow,’ said Kyle. ‘The guy must have been flying to have injured Gary bad enough for him.