. this is just a short story I thought of when Iwas putting some of her cycling clothes away...Sarah my wife doesn't drive, never bothered to learn......But her vehiclecost almost the same as my car. Its a top end 3 grand carbon Roadbike... I called it a racer when I first saw it just after we startedgoing out... Oops I don't think I've ever seen her as pissed offsince..."A racer is something a teenage boy had in the 80's this when I feellike it can go almost as fast as a moped." she had. I want to get one for my pastor as well and put a bunch of happy faces on one dollar bills that fill up the pockets of his desk. Will I? Who knows. I want to marry Nate Berkus, and he’s gay, but I don’t think he really is. He just didn’t meet me yet. I want to kill Kenny someday but he’s fake. Kill him with sex. Or maybe just love. Eww Kenny! Get off of me! I was just kidding! Gawd. Gross! You’re too short for me. And you wear an eewky sweater you probably spilled ketchup on. Here’s a. Of course he was intelligent and he was of course a man of full of confidence was married with two kids and a wife simple family It was like 4 years before when he used to take tuition of my sister as she was in class 10 , her exams were near so we hired him , my mom and dad both worked and used to come in during the afternoon like 3 o’clock . My sister was Payal 18 years old and she had a slim figure , long curly hair , thin pink lips , not that fair , with 32 size boobs , good bouncy ass ,. I bite one of his nipples andhe grunts and drives his cock even harder into my willing pussy. Heteases me by pulling his cock out and then driving back into me, pushingme up the bed until my head strikes the wall. I feel empty every timehis cock slips out, and then he fills me up once more, making me squealwith the force of each thrust. We rut like a****ls, fast and hard, sweatdripping from both of us; becoming the b**st with two backs.He lifts my legs high in the air and that lets him drive.