Ho rha tha lund…Ab humne position change ki or wo mere lund per aake beth gyi or mai neeche let gya….Jungle mai saari bichake chudai karne mai mza...hi kuch or tha..Woh mere lund per kood kood ker chud rhi thi or mai uske boobs dba rha tha or beech beech mai usko kiss ker rha tha. Baut mza aa rha tha..Fukking…Ummm muhhj mumm..20 minute ki damdaar chudai ke baad saali jhad gyi but mera baaki tha . Toh maine use neeche litaya or jhatke deta rha fukkk fukkk…Uiiii..Maaaa marti rhi saali…Bolti jaa rhi. "Fishing? Is there no game in the forest?" Not that we've been able to find," the Skipper said. "How did you get here? Are you our rescue?" Rescue? From Sherwood?" This is not Sherwood. It's an island in the South Pacific."The Skipper reeled in his line and set the fishing rod aside."South... Pacific? It looks like Sherwood..." Robin turned and looked around. "But then again..." Believe me," the Skipper said, "it's not England. Do you have a boat?"Robin shook his head."A plane? A. A loud crack rang out across my bedroom, quickly the sharp heat and pain spread through my body as her slap moved from my thighs around my body. I struggled to keep a tear from my eye, she had never slapped me before. “I didn’t raise you to be a little fucking pervert”. In her anger she began tearing at the buttons on the front of her dress, as her dress opened revealing her red bra and matching lace panties. She grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head towards her, as she lowered and. He could go outside clear his head, andjerk off to something he was proud of. Maybe he'd getto see some flesh this time. He pulled his pants upover his softening dick, and went upstairs to get onhis newly founded voyeur outfit.When Mikey came to the corner where Julie's backyardmet the marshy edge of the woods, he was sorelydisappointed. Julie's shades were pulled this time."Fuck," he cursed out loud, then reminded himself tokeep quiet. He would never be able to live it down ifhe got caught.