Phr maine uski t shirt upar ki aur boobs ko bra se bahar nikal kar chusne lga mjhe bhut mja aa rha tha kabhi uske nipple ko kat ta kabhi pura muh mai ...eni ki kosish karta maine 15 mint tak boobs se khelne ke bad uske lower mai hath dalkar panty ke upar se hi uski chut ko maslne lga wo bhi gili ho chuki thi phr maine panty ko niche kiya bus mai uski chut ko mahsus kar sakta tha dekh ni sakta tha kyunki andhera tha.Phr maine apni ek anguli uske chut mai dali aur mai phle ek ladki ki seal tod. And she wanted to get started ASAP, as I had, so we'd have time to go see the new Tarantino flick.But now I didn't. it was her fault, really, having such a succulent ass.I reached down and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up like a child off the floor. She squealed and cursed and struggled, almost kicking me in the nuts - but not quite. I dropped her face down on the bed, and she twisted onto her back, face flaring, teeth bared Klingon-style, eyes narrowed and challenging. 'Cunt! Cunting. He said, “The glass of water is for if I wake up in the middle of the night, and I’m thirsty.” “OK”, said the wife, but what about the empty one?” He replied, “That’s if I wake up in the middle of the night and I’m NOT thirsty.”Thought for the Day:I’ve been sick and NEEDED a doctor. I’ve encountered trouble and NEEDED a police officer. I’ve lived through times of war, when our nation NEEDED our military. I have even NEEDED an auto mechanic, a plumber, a house painter and a lot of other. They hired me for five dollars a week plus board.I worked for three weeks and let the stock rest and recover from a pretty hard trip from Lowndesboro to Selma. I bought some supplies and some grain for the mules and horse and left Selma ten dollars ahead.I left and made good time through the flatland between Selma and Uniontown. Just past Uniontown I saw a man dragging a woman up the road by the hair. He was drunk, and yelling at her.I got closer and could see that she was a young Indian woman..