The fancy treehouse became central to all the army battles with neighborhood kids. These battles would usually consist of three or four kids in the tr...ehouse and a half dozen or more on the ground. We threw hand grenades of pinecones and water balloons at each other. We almost always ended up with no clear winner, as there was no coordination on the ground, and the high ground of the treehouse was easily defended. No one ever seemed to realize that the treehouse could be taken by just waiting. .Reena-meri jaan ab lund ko chut pr rakh kr shot maro..Apni wife ko chod lo..Ab chodo na..Ye kab se chut lund k liye tyar hai..Main let jati hun.Tum mere uper let kr mujhe kiss krte huye chodo…Meri nipple tumhare sine ko touch krne k liye tyar hai…Lo aaram se..Aaah kahan gya tumhara lund?Aaah aaram se dalo…Maine ab aaram se lund ghused diya.Wo aaah aah aah krne lgi.Main uske uper let gya.Uske boob ki nipple mere seene se ragad kha rahi thi.Maine usko hoto pr apne hot rakh kr chusne lga.Wo ekdum. The morning had been a complete rush, sorting out, cancelling and re-arranging his schedule. Ellie left dealing with the cancellations and difficult people to Lisa, her natural feisty nature easily taking on those who tried to argue with her on the change of plans, and the offering of alternative dates later in his calendar. Mitch sat, the script that had been sent over on his lap, the glass of mineral water in his hand, learning his lines. The wind rustled his hair as he sat out on his. ‘Now, good girl,’ she said, trying to keep the arousal out of her voice, ‘I want you to open your sleepy eyes, still staying very deep in this obedient trance.’ She watched as Serena slowly complied, gazing at her with a glassy, unfocused stare. ‘That’s my good girl,’ she said. ‘You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you?’ ‘…yes,’ Serena whimpered, her hands twitching as though desperate to finger herself. ‘So turned on…’ ‘You can’t resist me, can you?’ Ivy asked, remembering the same words.