Or ajit chuso meri choot chuso aaj tal meri chut kisi ne nai chusi hai tum chuslo ji bharker main unki chut chusne laga or mujue bhi bahot maja a raha...tha or karib 10 mint bad vo jad gai or main unka sara pani pi gya or fir uhone mera land ka supara niche kiya or muhme lekar use chusne lagi muje bahot maja anne laga kyokimaine 1st time koi mera land chuj raha tha or 15 mint me bhi jar gya or maine boila mami main jarne wala hu to vo boli ki sara pani meri muhme nikaldo maine fir jar gya or vo. After a while of proverbially pacing over those two thoughts, my mind began to wander some. I thought about Irina again, as I always did when left to my own devices. I remembered her clumsy hands underneath my shorts, the minty-cigarette taste of her lips, the frustration as she left me there in the dark to go find her friends.I let things unfold in the gallery of my mind, then, thinking about what had happened next. Thinking about how it had felt, watching them. They had no idea I had been. I was in a bedroom with him, he was undressing and was asking me to do the same and wonderfully I wanted to, but I still had no idea what we would do. Indeed I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen or how far I was prepared to go. I didn’t think I was up to being fucked, but wasn’t quite as sure about fucking him if he asked me. After all I had fucked my wife there numerous times and had a variety of anal experiences with other woman. “Well James” Mark said softly holding his hand out to me. I. " Wow, that's big."He laughed, "Well, not so big. Its small compared to some of ranches in Wyoming. Our neighbor to the north has over seven thousand acres."I settled in quicker than I thought. Gene didn't exactly rent out any of the four cabins he had in a shaded grove of large cottonwoods, but it seemed like he always had company. My job was to be a wrangler for them, keep the horses they would ride, and go with them whenever needed, especially if they had kids.I'd always hunted with my dad.