Since that time, they had learned that Mr. Craigly was, essentially, the leader. His three partners and their families had recently moved here, joinin... him, his family and staff. Craigly, with the support of his staff, operated his business holdings from here. Currently there were around two dozen people that thought of themselves as security people, and many were used more like enforcers.Their Intelligence group had been unable to determine why Craigly had chosen such an isolated spot for his. Claire, still holding your thong, lifts it to her face, breething deeply and taking in the hot scent of your pussy jucies and sweat all over the slutty garment. Her skin tight white t-shirt is soaked and clinging to her breasts as her lacy black bra is now visible due to all the sweat. She rubs your thong against her own pussy, her black thong now having reatreated deep inside her engorged camel toe lips. She looks over to the end of the carriage and sees that the 17 yeard old boy is still. I can tell he just wants to be left alone. Did I mention he has a girl’s name? It’s Mackenzie, or just Mack for short. I can tell you one thing: he definitely doesn’t like being called Mackenzie. Well, anyway, like I said, I’ve known him for quite a while; he’s sweet, kind hearted, slightly dumb (hey, it’s cute.) and he always seems to know how to make me laugh, even in the worst of times. He’s not too bad looking himself if I do say so myself; with a mix of reddish brown hair, a clean shaven. Aur boli ki lalla iraada kya hai maine kaha jab se teri hauda aise gaand dekhi hai maine tab hi soch liya tha ki teri gaand na maari to kuch nahi kiya ye baat sun kar bua dar gayi aur boli beta aise baat na karo maine aaj tak gaand nahi marwaayi hai aur meri ek saheli jiska pati bina uski gaand maare sota nahi hai wo bata rahi thi ki gaand marwaane me bahut dard hota hai jabki uske pati ka land to sirf 6″ ka hai aur tera musad to poora 9″lamba hai na baba na main to gaand hargiz nahi maraaungi.