Maine uski tangon ko pahlaya aur lund daal diya wooooooooo chilayiiii boili mat karo bahot dard ho raha hai.lekin mai kahan rukne wala tha wo dard se ...hilla rahi thi aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.Dhiiiiiiiiiiiiireeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee thodi der bad wo madmast ho gayi aur bade pyar se lene lagi aur boli mere raja jara jam ke daaaalo maja aaa raha uski choot se khoon nikal ne laga wo daar gayi maine kaha darna nahin aisa pahli baar hota. But if he wasn't nice to me, that opening would be his open hand.Ernie's a big boy, almost my height. It required just the slightest bend to reach his lips with mine. Mom had taught him well, for his tongue slid easily into my mouth, searching for my own, as his hands searched for their place under my sweater. My hands went to his ass, pulling him in toward my body, as he fumbled at the catch behind my back. I stepped out of my shoes to lessen the height differential; for some illogical reason,. I had carried passengers before, but not often, and she lived on a steep hill, so it was a little harrowing getting underway. We stopped at her bank so she could get some pocket money and got on the highway. There is a state route nearby, that had once been an indian trail, and now is lined with souvineer shops and aluminum tee-pees along with some of the most breathtaking scenery and beautiful vistas. The only problem is the scenery starts a good hours drive from Susan's place.Did I mention my. I shake my head and get Sharon and her bags loaded in the car, when I decide it’s time to ask.“What the hell,” I start as she stares out the window without a care in the world. “Do you know how much trouble that I can get in if you are found with me? Runaway or not, I can get in a lot of trouble.”“Well you said that I could call you if I need anything,” Sharon fires back as I sigh. She is right. I did promise her. I didn’t think that she was going to runaway and end up with me. “I got into a.