’ Catherine dropped her book bag a ran to her mother’s outstretched arms crying, ‘Oh no, Oh God no! Tell me he’s not dead. Please tell me.’ ...��No! No! He is not dead’, Carl quickly told his daughter. ‘Come into the library and sit down so I can tell you everything we know.’ ‘He was wounded, sweetheart. Really, really bad.’ He went on giving the details of his injuries, ‘a broken lower leg, a broken arm, some fractured ribs, internal bleeding and a concussion. A really bad concussion. He was. . Aur jorse mere raja dabao inhe bhut tang karte hai ahhhhhhhbh……. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Wooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….Maine uska top nikal diya aur use uthakar bedroom main le gaya aur bed par lita diya uske boobs bade mast the white aur gol gol main usko suck karne laga aur ek hath se left boobs ko masal raha tha wo siskariya le rahi thi fir maine apne pure kapde nikal diye aur wo mera lund dejhkar bhut khush hui aur aage badkar mere lund ko muh main le liya wo bada achha blowjob de rahi thi usne 10 minute. "You okay?" I called through the open passenger side window.She approached the pickup slowly, even warily, but still, there was an athletes grace evident in the movements of her long, colt like legs. Her sparkling blue eyes reflected the youthful confidence you only encounter in the young and innocent."I fell, I wasn't paying attention," she answered me with a rueful but friendly grin. I watched a drop of blood as it dripped slowly from a scrape on her elbow."Need a lift... some help? I could. Why don’t you sit there and enjoy the show.So she sat back, and was looking more turned on. She was trying not to look like she wasn’t bothered at all. While she was watching us. I already had my hand in jean’s panties rubbing her pussy and fingering her wet cunt. After a few minutes of teasing her wet cunt, I pulled her panties off revealing a clear view at her wet juicy pussy. I moved down and began to I moved my tongue .licking her creamy wet pussy, up and down enjoying every drop of her wet.