Jaise jaise main zor se lund andar bahar karta woh paglo ki tarha chikhate huye hunkaar bharte. Mere lips ko chuste huye mere peeth par apni ungliya g...date mujhe aur jor se baho main bharti.Mere har ek dhakke ke sath unke bade bade boob. Kacha kach hichake lete aur masti se mere chest par takarate aur kafi hilte the. Main aur uttejit hokar aur jor jor se chudai karne lag jata. Ab unhone jor se mere muh main apni jeebh ghusayi.Mujhe kaskar agosh main lekar apni chut se kamras chhodna chalu kia.. I’d be totally naked then. I started to say something but Dave cut me off and said, “It’s alright, honey, just do what Daddy says. I pick you up at the Union truck stop in Reno. With my very short mini skirt, and me bare to the waist I got out of the car and walked over to Jack’s truck. The first step was far off the ground and when I put my foot up on it, I might as well not have the skirt on at all. I knew that everybody that could see me was watching. I had noticed some junior college boys. "Have a seat, and stay put. Justin, come on in. I'll explain everything". And my explaination was pushing Justin against the wall, jumping up to wrap my arms and legs around him, and kiss him furiously with my naked skin pushing against him. "Kristen, no really...what is going on here?," Justin asked in earnest. "Here's the deal," I said casually. "Chris is caught. Busted. He's been hammering his shitty little cock into everything he could reach for the past year. Isn't that right, honey? And a. However, with the bruising and swelling it would bea while before I could tell how close I resembled my "muse." Making myway back to my bed, I performed a quick internet search to find beautyschool classes back home. If I was to pull this off, I had to learn thehair and beauty trade as well.Chapter SevenLooking at my pictures "Head to toe" I was the spitting image of SydneySummers, the bitchy hair stylist, and boutique owner. Half way throughbeauty school, my skills were amazing, I had.