Maine apni jeeb uske chut pe lga de. jeeb lagte he wo karhaa uthee, maine phir us ke chut chatna suru kar diya. wo bar bar apni taange idher uder kar ...he thi or muh se ahhhh… ahhhh…. ke aawaz nikal rhe thi,M 10 mint tak uske chut chatta rah or phir wo boli ke ab rha nhi ja rhah, to maine bhi apne kapne nikal diye, us ne bhi kabi lund nhi dekha tha isliye wo bhi kafi hairaan thi lund dekh kar, wo boli ke us ne kids ko susu karte he dekha h aaj tak. phir maine uske taange phailaaye or apne lund. Even though he was known for fighting, he met this wonderful American girl. One of the only people to see his soft side.Katie. The bride. A gorgeous blonde girl who looked like she was still 18. She had perfect cheek bones and long gorgeous golden hair which stretched down her back to her ass. Her short stature made her fiance look even taller. She's only 5'3 but a very curvy women. She's a white woman so that's a surprise. Her ass stuck out from her working out a lot and she very proud of it.. He came in grinning broadly. ‘Actually I quite like knowing you’re there – I don’t really mind the odd trick.’ He sat down opposite me. ‘How about I take you out for dinner?’ I smiled. ‘I’d like that.’ ‘I’ll go and change,’ he said. He paused. ‘We’ll be going somewhere fairly formal – do you, ah, think your dress could be a little longer?’ I raised my eyebrows. ‘I’ll see what I can do.’ While he was upstairs, I reached out my senses to the colour supplement of the newspaper Tim had bought on. I usually had Saturday off. It was my one day to go to town and visit what friends I had, and I did have a few, or maybe go shopping. At the time, my hair had grown quite long, but he told me that I had to alwasy wear it in a pony tail or pigtails unless someone wanted something else. He had a young-girlish image of me he wanted to project, and he even made me cut c***dish bangs into my hair.I got back to the store about 3:30, as I usually did on Saturday, in case I was needed to run things.