Croag felt Shamar’s muscles begin to relax and he looked up at Her face. She guided him as he crawled onto Her and then groaned, ‘Enter me, now, p...ease.’ Croag slid his Manhood into her wet Sacred Tunnel. He propped himself up on his arms and looked down into Shamar’s lust filled face. He felt powerful as he thrust himself deep into Her. She met his thrusts with her own, and their bodies slapped together. He was proud that he and his Manhood could please Her. Shamar wrapped Her legs around him. Chill.. ( word IDIOT have a different meaning in our relation which i hope you all will love..)Me : hmmm. Fine naughty bhabs… n i smiled back to her..We finished dinner and then bhabs went to kitchen to finish her work saying me to watch tv and she will join me..I was watching bhabs from hall and could not control so i went in kitchen and my goodness the night was full backless… i was getting more hornier by seeing her clean white back.. i slowly went near her and hugged her from behind by. "Woody," she complained."Now!" he said firmly. "No questions... just go."To his immense relief, she turned, and walked off. She used her normal gait, and did not wait for him. She didn't quite stalk, but her body was tense. He caught up with her just as she pushed the door to her room open."Please take off your blouse and bra," instructed Woody."I told you..." And I told YOU that it's my turn to be in charge," he said. "I'm not going to touch you. Just take off your blouse and bra." What about. Lou was no tracker. But the way the coals lay broken up and spread apart said someone stomped the fire out with a great deal more force than necessary. And the chances were good that the campfire was Patrick's. Weren't a whole lot of travelers moving around in this desolate territory. And what Lou did know of tracking, it was almost as much knowing who you tracked as it was the sign on the ground. If Patrick got himself out here looking for his goats and became disoriented by the earthquakes,.