Ghar mein paise ki kami nahi aur car bhi hai per local train se aata jata hu . Bheeed bhari local me jab log mujhe dabaate hai to bahut achha lagta ha.... Maa nahi hai aur behan apne jalwe dikhane se baaj nahi aati chote chote se tight kapde aur badan dikhaane ko hamesha raaji aur na jaane kitno se chudi hogi per who alag baat hai . Abhi meri baatRafik kahne ko to hamaara baagwaan per mere ko usne apni randi bana ker rakha hai, mai uska gulaam hu.Baat abhi do mahine pahle ki hai jab mera ek dost. It had the logo of the rock group 'The Who' on it. "Oh cool, you a Who fan too?" I asked. "Yes." She answered. We began conversing and found out we had similar musical tastes. She told me her name was Cindy and she lived in the next town with her parents. We started walking along, sharing an Italian ice. We passed through the area containing the a****ls, as Cindy wanted to see the horses. Afterwards we headed onto the main walkway and stopped at the booth where you aim at the clown's mouth with. She worked all day in her Father's tavern serving the townspeople and the many visitors to the Region. A Region famed for its wondrous springs of healthy long life.The lusty young men of the village were ever wary when closeted close to the maiden Prissy, for her sire was well-known to be most harsh with those scallions employing loose hands on her personage. Thus, poor Prissy was fated to be devoid of spouse and deprived of sensuous intimacies with the opposite gender.The young maiden was. . !Dianne hardly knew what she was saying, her overwhelming desire had built to that intensity... but abruptly, she realized the loss of his delightful tongue and lifted her head to gape in confused disappointment."Oh please... please don't stop, lover!" she almost pathetically hissed down at him, suddenly grasping hold of his huge head with gentle hands. "More, baby... lick it more... please... ?"He let her guide him back down between her quivering, anxiously spread thighs, a whimper an.