“Why would they do this?” Mom said almost in tears.“Someone was looking for something,” Jawarski said.She had been quiet once we entered the h...use, just following us around.“You think? This looks like straight up vandalism to me,” Vicki said.“I don’t think so. Nothing looks broken for the sake of being broken. Sure they smashed a lot of stuff, but it was all things that could, theoretically at least, be hiding something. Like, that vase is smashed, yes. But those little class figures you had on. The taller of the two, he wore a long sleeve blue cotton work shirt and wranglers. His boots were plain looking, not fancy snake skin like the Saturday night crowd. Neither of the guys had the stiff starch and creases seen on most of the cowboy types.Angie had picked up on all the things that Sara had and more; growing up on her Dad's ranch had taught her the difference between a working cowboy and the drug store variety. The one Angie had her eye on right now was a working cowboy, of that she. She leant against my neck and began whispering encouragement into my ear as she played with my cock. Telling me how good it felt to feel such a hard virile cock in her hand, how she wanted to watch me cum. How it would help relieve the tension and that we had most of the day together. She leant her chest into mine, her cool skin and hard nipples against my hot, almost clammy skin. I began to buck against her hand, lifting my hips off the bed as if I was fucking her, but she pressed my hips back. Hum dono ek dusre me kho gaye or mera hath nancy ke top me chala gaya or wo sharma ke chatpatayi or kitchen ki tarf doud gayi. M bhi peeche peeche chal diya dharm ke mare wok one me khadi thi maine fir se use kiss kiya or kitche me hi uske top ki buttons opne karne laga ek bar nancy ne hath pakda but mere ishare per hata liya.Maine nancy ka top utar diya , black colour ki bra or ek dam white body kasam se kamal he kamal or fir dheere dheere maine uske lower ko bhi utar diyaor ek hath se uske.