Tentatively allowing his muscles torelax, he released an awkward chuckle. He was losing his mind. Trying tocalm down, Ryan pulled on a shirt and went ...downstairs.He'd put on a tank top stretched taut to accommodate his girth, and asimple pair of boxers out of habit. He hastily put together somescrabbled eggs and microwaved bacon before plopping down at the kitchentable. Ryan ran his hand through his hair and wiped some sweat off histemple. He felt so warm - hot - kind of suffocated. Attributing. Sssssss fir main dheeere chut ki or badhne lagaaur uski chut chatne laga boht der baad maine apna lauda nikala aur uske muh me dene laga to mana kar rahi thi to maine uska sar pakada uar muh me de diya boht der tak zabardati chusaane ke baad fir wo boht ache se chusne lagiFir usne kaha ki please meri chut ki khujli mita doo please iski pyaas ko tuhamra lun de do fir main chut me lund daalne laga to boht chilaa rahi thi aaaa aaaaa….A.A.A.A. Chillane se hi lag raha tha ki wo kitni pyaasi hai to. The stranger’s hat was pulled down across his eyes, looking as if he’s shot blind…but that was impossible right? There’s no way this man could have shot this cowboy’s belt off from 30 paces, even taking great care in aiming! Impossible. ‘Oh!’ The stranger in the corner spouted in a mockingly condescending tone. ‘I meant to shoot you in your yellow heart! Pulling leather on a woman, with her back turned. Tsk tsk tsk..’ The stranger tipped his hat back with the barrel of his smoking .45,. Thats across the street from me! Liz whined, thankful she hadnt happened to look out the window and seen two of her best friends practically getting it on right outside.What about you and Dan? I havent heard about you guys in forever ... she picked up the apple that was on her tray, and began to slice into it, popping a slice into her mouth.Were good ... things are quiet and good as usual...Meaning...Were heading to the cabin this weekend again.It seemed like she and her hubby were going to Dan.