Maine usko jhatke se apne kareeb khicha aur uske bobe dabane laga. rashmi “ahh hhh uuuaaa ahhhh maaaaaaaaAhhhhhh” karne lagi aur tabhi maine uski ...panty ghutne tak khaska di aur wo hadbada gayi par yaaaro uski choot dekh ke to meri haalat aisi ho gayi ki kya batau. ek dum chikni bina jhaat ki gulaaabi color ki pankhuduyo wali chut thi. maine turant usko bed pe litaya aur uski tange faila di aur khud ghutno ke bal niche baith ke uski choot ko niharna laga. anu ne mere niche aake mera lund muh me. ”He did and his face turned red. I thought he was going to come in his pants. He reached out his second hand and caressed her other breast. “There’s so soft, yet heavy!" he said. “I can’t believe they can be both at the same time!”“Tweak her nipples next”, I instructed. He did, and a soft moan escaped his lips.“My cock has never been this hard!” he whispered. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”I smiled and said, “It gets better, check out her pussy!”I reached over, slid my hand under her knee. Like everybody else, we wuz shocked ta hear 'bout the Fort Mims massacre over near Mobile. Andy Jackson better git his ass ta movin', or them Creeks are gonna win the war. Word wuz sent out that a militia was formin' ta fight the Creeks, but I didn't have no faith in a militia doin' no good, so I put off joinin'; especially since Cindy announced she were in a family way. Now, that got me a whole heap more excited than joinin' a militia.Some of the older men in town wuz wonderin' ifen we should. Daddy sits in the big chair (it's HIS chair) and makes a cigarette go without looking. I think that means he's done with the paper and I get excited cause it's Saturday which is a NO SCHOOL DAY, but it's not Sunday which is A FOOTBALL DAY and is just about as much fun as daddy's newspaper. But he doesnt put it down,. he crosses his legs and smokes and reads instead and I'm so bored I could DIE, so I decide to sit down too. I have my own chair it's just like my Dad's but it fits little k**s like.