"Jane went to the place where the buckboard had collapsed and returned with a doctor's little black bag. "Is this what ya need?" Yes, thank you. Pleas... he'p me git this man's shirt off soz I can clean an' treat the wound." Ed's arm hurt so much by then that they wound up cutting the sleeve off and leaving the rest of his shirt still on his back. The doctor cleaned the wound and poured alcohol on it and the surrounding skin. She sewed up the entry and exit wounds and wrapped a bandage around. I had the impression that they were also extremely pissed that the upstart Orioles, and not their traditional rivals, the Red Sox, were the ones fighting them, this year, for first place.And they didn't much like it that I was threatening DiMaggio's 56-game streak. In game three of that series, I would tie the record if the Yankee pitching staff hadn't shut me down by that time.And in the final game of the series, I could actually break Joltin' Joe's record.A New York sportswriter with a column. I started running my hands over my chest and stomach, feeling the electricity scourge through me as I did. I could feel myself floating in the haze of the poppers and I let myself go. I ran my hands back to my denim skirt covered ass and began to run my hands over my tight, little butt. I arched my back while I caressed and squeezed my buns through the material, but I ached for more. I pulled up my skirt and started m*****ing my panty covered ass in front of all the men in the theater. I. Zara achee tarha sa mujha chodna.Hain mom zaroor, ab mara land fully stand tha, maina kaha ab daloon taree choot main, hain daal, jaldee mat karna jab chootna laga to ruk jana or thoree daar baad phir shuru karna, theak hai, magar mom mara land sookha hai taree chott main dard kara ga, hain phir maina land par thoook lagaya or mom na moon main la leya mom mara land ko 2 mintue chatee rahi jis sa mara land chikna ho gaya, mom na kaha ab ya chikna land maree choot main dal aram sa, maina land mom.