" Yes ma'am!" I grabbed my drink with one hand and put my other hand on the back of her head. I drank down the rest of the drink in just a few gulps, ...letting the remaining ice hit the bottom of the glass. I put the glass down on the end table and put my now free hand on the back of her head as well. I drove my hips up, ramming my cock into her mouth. She tried to back off, but I held her there, with two fist fulls of hair on the back of her head. I slowly withdrew my cock. When it was out she. I hold it close to my heart. For me it epitomizes these people, their lives and the sense of community that I have never found again. It is a story of a particularly hard winter during the Great Depression. Money was always hard to come by for these working class people, but the Great Depression brought with it a lack and hunger that even they found worrisome. That winter there was very little money to be found. Priorities were paying the mortgage, keeping fires burning to warm their children. They weren’t watching the birds it was Cindi who was the centre of attention.He further announced that the paint ball competition would be postponed. A new game would take its place tonight. The surprise would also be put off to another day. There was not enough time. There were no complaints, everything the men experienced was a surprise.Cindi went straight to the bath and cleaned off the honey and remaining birdseed. She recovered quickly sitting in a warm bath tending to her wounds. After. Ah , thats fine , come in,he went upstairs and found that the door was locked from inside. He came down , I handed over his lungi with a grin and explained him , bhabhi is really very tired so asked you to sleep with me.He quickly undressed and wore his lungi and directly went to bed. I was having some hope but now all lost , I also went to sleep.It was around 2 am , no electricity , I was feeling hot and I took a torch went to get some water in the kitchen, when I came back , the torch light.