”“You’re right, we need to be more tricky, more sneaky… we could break in and search for it! I can get in anywhere.”“Yes, we all know you�...�re only a size six, thank you…”“No, I’m serious! We’ll go get that painting back and Daddy might get me a new car, and you can get a pay rise and everybody’s happy.”“No! I can’t just wander of from work like that.”“Hmmm… I know! That French chap with the underwear, the designer fellow that keeps bothering me, what’s his name?”“Maxime, Maxime Bossis.”“That’s. The cold slightly bumpy rock texture of the concrete bench felt relieving of the tight pressure building around his hips, yet he felt a bit distressed wishing the drive wouldn’t fade away to fast or far. He could feel the throbbing lingering persistently which gave him hope for continuing to feel good. He leaned back comfortably on the bench hopeful. Wanting to smile at the young woman wasn’t something he was comfortable doing as it felt fake and unnatural too him yet he knew if she. I think her and her friends go to these parties and get fucked up while getting fucked up. on one of the nastier tapes, i found her getting gangbanged by 3 guys; they were running a train on her, filling her with cock and she just smiled for the camera...dirty slut!!! i could hardly contain myself, i watched the video on loop and started jerking off. typical highschool guys, they were banging like jackhammers. they could barely hold their load and each one started spewing jizz all over her. Charming was almost an hour away but as Karma works the ride I was going to, ended ½ of the way there. I met with some friends and we did the ride together. The sound of 200 plus Harleys pulling out on to the road at the same time truly was rolling thunder. It was a perfect riding day and there was a lot of absolute Love in the brotherhood of riders united in a common cause. As the ride ended I said good bye to my friends and proceeded down the road to Charming. The picture I received earlier.