’ She began walking faster, so he grabbed her hand from behind and turned her around to face him. ‘What do you want from me?’ she sounded frust...rated, confused. ‘I want… …you.’ He wanted to tell her that he’d wanted her for as long as he could remember, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. ‘Why? You have a blond bimbo at home who I am sure is more than happy to satisfy you anytime you want.’ ‘Yeah, but I’m not in love with her, ‘ he blurted out without thinking. That was the last thing the. Mne uska hth apne muh se hthya or uska hth apne boobs pe rkh dia wo…Dabane laga or jor jor se sex karta raha m b pura sath deri thi m b hil rahi thi….Fr mne kha k tum let jao m upr ati hu wo let gaya or m upar aa gai….Or beth gai uske cock ko apni pussy k upr lagya or beth ga wo pura andr chla gaya or m upr niche hone lagi jor jor se…..Kudh rahi thi…..Mere boobs hil rahe the meri sanse bahut tez thi or usi time m discharge ho gai….Or m uske upr let gai wo mere upr aa gaya or mere pussy m cock. . not that there were many; water transportation is cheap ... cheaper than rail, truck or air.It is slow. Generally, the canals are quiet and clean. There's no sense in hurrying ... think of the next lock. Waiting for up bound traffic. No, don't rush.The canal bottoms were stirred by the bronze propellors of the steel barges. The watch bounced along the bottom; upstream by downstream barges, downstream by upstream ones. Turtles nudged it, carp sucked it and spat it out.The smaller canals became. Mostly we talked about moving until I remembered the picnic tables."Carl, where did you get that rough sawn lumber?" I asked."Old man Mitchell had one of those rigs that uses a chain saw on a sort of miniature carriage to make it a jury rigged sawmill. Damn shame the saw burned out before he even ran out of gas for it," Carl said."Does he live far from here?" I asked."Probably six or seven miles. Why?" Do you think he still has all that stuff for the sawmill?" I asked."I'm sure he does. He.