“bas ab chalo baaki baad me nahi to madhu tumhaari jaan nikaal degi mere pyaare nandoiji aaare nahi landoiji…” usne hansate hue kaha. Main man m...ar kar pyaasa hi bina vrat tode neeche aaa gaya.Neeche madhu mera intajaar hi kar rahi thi. Sudha rasoi me khaana lene chali gai thi. Jaanbujhkar hame akela chhod kar. Main kisi pyaase bhanware ki tarah madhu se lipat gaya. Mujhe pata tha wo mujhe choot to hargij nahi choosane degi. Aur is haalat mera lund wo kaise choosati. Usane ek chumma pajaame ke. " Cool!" I'd been to the Dude Ranch once last summer and with a group in the spring. It was fun. Mostly it was just doing a little riding and watching a rodeo. Sometimes we got to play horseshoes and do sheep-roping. I was already trying to figure out when I could go. I turned to Rhonda and she gave me a fist-bump.We got her home and unloaded the bike while Mom talked to Rev. Gordon. Rhonda was bragging that I'd won carrier of the month."You sound like a real leader, Brian," Rev. Gordon said.. I should have followed you home, damn the consequences. Why do I always have to be the good girl, the one who tries to do the right thing? Who knew that a random Monday night at the bar would have led to this? A few minutes of polite conversation and exchange of numbers has resulted in me lying in this bed alone trembling, wanting you here next to me. We were supposed to be friends. I was supposed to help you get over her by offering a shoulder to cry on and words of advice. We weren’t. The tides rolled in, the fireworks short-circuited my brain and my loins quivered with passion and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple times, I was vaguely disappointed when Dickens completed his task and wandered off after a perfunctory lick or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the straps, spent.“Well, that was certainly something to watch.” Milo was all chuckles and joviality as he unbuckled my straps, removed the collar and helped me to my feet. I was trembling and inarticulate and.