Pooja khane ki tum bhut achi chudai karte ho mujhe mere pati ke sath bhi itna maza nahi aya khabi jitna adi tum ne mujhe diya ha. Mane kha pooja or ma...a lena chati ho to pooja ne kha ha mane pooja ko lip lock kiya or us ke hotto ko chusne laga or pooja ki chuchi dabane laga pooja jos me aa gye or karne lagi pooja ne niche hath kar ke mera lund pakad liya or lund ko sahalane lagi or niche jhuk kar apna muhe me lund lakar chusne lagi is bar wo lund ko ase chus rahe the mano lund ko kha he jaye gi. OMG I think. What the fuck do I do now? Betty tells me that i can stay but keep a low profile and do as she says. After giving this a little thought, I figure what the hell I’ll see what happens. The rest of the day goes by surprisingly smooth and then at about 6:00 another car pulls in to the drive. It comes to a stop and out steps a professional football player. A very large but in shape black man you slip to a corner of the cabin, as the minute the man walks in to the cabin he yells-ok tom.. Her wildest, scariest, most absurd fantasy. If all else could be fulfilled, so could that.‘Don’t you come either,’ she moaned weakly in Patrick’s ear, though he continued to pound. ‘Please don’t come, baby. Take me to the rug. To the rug…’ Patrick slowed once more in his searching thrusts. ‘Whatever you say, Pam…’ He backed from the tree and carried her, still spiked on his dick, to the picnic-strewn quilt. There he laid her down, himself on top, immediately launching into smooth, fast. It may have been that the horses were not discommoded by the rougher path, but the carts began to bounce about, so we had to be careful to pick the smoothest route, anyway.As expected, we did not see anything of particular interest on our first day. We had already been over this route enough times to know what was available along here—nothing much. That night, we slept on and under the carts and depended on the dogs to guard us. We had complete confidence in Happy and her brood, so we did not.