And Emily is like the little sister I never had.”Lizzie laughed. “Don’t let her hear that. She would be heartbroken.” Then she sobered up. “...hat is this thing you call your family? Ellen is the only one you bear any resemblance to. And why does it revolve around you? Is it your money? I’d bet anything these women are not gold diggers.”“Do you remember what I told you about myself when we first met, Lizzie?”“You said you are good at reading people.”“Yes. And I’m not a bad judge of character. .Tabhi jab me soo rakha that toh mujhe mehsoos hua ki koi mujhe uth raha h..Jab maine dekha toh ek sexy si lady apne luggage uthaye mujhse puch rhi thi yeah apka bag hai..Maine sorry kehte hue apna bag niche rakh diya and uska luggage rakhne me madad ki..Dosto main aapko uss lady ke bare me kya batau ek dam pari lag rhi thi uska figure bilkul jabardast thi wo ek married lady age 30 ke aas-paas hogi aur boobs bhi perfect shape me the jo ki uske suit me se bahar aane ko machal rhe the…mera lund. Now she was the image of femininity and she was beautiful. She also delighted herself in remembering what a bad naughty girl she was. She recalled the time, before settling for her husband, when her promiscuity was only challenged by the amount of hard cocks willing to defile, in any way imaginable, this once nymphomaniac goddess now tamed by societal pressures of kids, friends, work and only-to-be-admired-“salope” etiquette. For so long she had resorted to distractions in order to tunnel. 38 alternately to give the impression that we were both still behind the carcass of the horse. I would use that distraction to try to get behind them and end this nonsense before one of us got hurt.She took my place and did as I requested. Meanwhile, I slithered away from the protection of the dead horse and made my way well out of pistol range. That way, even if they saw me, our enemy could not do anything about it. I was successful because I kept the dead horse between me and the enemy, so.