Jyll glanced over her shoulder at the empty door way then back at me smiled and stood to kiss me deep. I could still taste my seed on her tongue.She d...ressed and we paid at the register; all but the yellow bikini. The red headed clerk rang us up, Lisa was on her name tag. She handed me the receipt with a sweet “Come again.”As we walked out of the mall I asked “Where to now?”“Lets grab some take out and a bottle and head for the lake.”“But its dark.”“Yeah and? It’s a clear night and full. Acha laga..Kashish : papa lekin aap ke sharir par itne baal hai ek dum bhaloo jaise.. Koi hissa hai jahan baal na hoon..Papa : beta..chikna jism aurtoon ka hota hai.. Mard to aise hi hote hai…Kashish : par itne jyada.. Kabir ke bhi baal hai.. Par chest par, hathoo par aur tango par.Papa : kyon Lund par nahin hai..Kashish (smiled) : haan the par ab maine shave kar diye hai.. Kabir ka waisehe accha lagta hai.. Meanwhile.. Papa got charged up again and his dick got erected..Kashish : ab papa shur. Recently she had driven a bus group for a day trip. The youth group had been predominantly black 16-18 year old male offenders and one or two female shoplifters who had been part of a youth scheme. Their youth workers had planned the informal outing as a way to try to engage them in a group activity. Deirdre had been asked to identify a local swimming pool and since she had a her period she had watched from the spectator area as the group had been in the pool. She had noted a trio of young men. "I hope you're right," I said, "but I'd still get them horses back off the road. They've been stealing slaves, too, you know."She smiled again. "Thank you," she said, closing the door, "good day."I stopped at her well for a drink and looked at the orderly farm with its whitewashed outbuildings, two large barns and row of slave quarters, a prosperous and well-run place.I was a mile or so farther up the road when I heard of a pack of whooping riders approaching. I rode into the woods and watched,.