"He turns to the door and opens it, picks up his worn duffel bag and strides out to his dusty pick-up. Boots clatter down the walk. I watch him open t...he door to the truck and throw his duffel in the passenger seat. He shuts the door and walks around to the driver's door. Opening the door, he looks up one final time and sends a wink my way along with a very wicked grin."Blow me a kiss, sugar!"Leaning in the door jam, I blow him his kiss and wave my hand. He doesn't see the lone tear sliding down. His voice deep and sexy causes me to quiver. I absently touch my pussy, not knowing how he could be watching me so closely, where the hell is he? “That’s it," he growls,"Touch your pussy, rub it hard and get it wet.” My hand pauses. “No, baby you can’t stop now. You like it when I tell you how you’re a nasty slut. You know you like that you can make men drool over your wet cunt, your fat ass and your hard nipples. You like knowing that you can make any man grab his cock and start stroking,. . you know... that might happen."Jo nodded. "It's over now," she said. "It was messy and a little bit exciting for a moment or two, but it's over. I do want both of you to know, however, that that could have turned out very badly. If Dad wouldn't have got your mouth back on her neck, Kenneth, she might very well have bled to death right there in the living room. She is an innocent human. Causing the death of an innocent human goes against everything we believe in as cognate." I'm ... I'm. Fir boli piche ghoom jao mai chnge kr rhi hoon toh m ghum gyaa .Wha ek helmet rkha huwa tha jiss ppr m unko thora bhut dekh skta tha .Woo apna penty phen rhi thi kya yaar lund khada ho gya mera prr maine control kiya.Fir humne khna khaya sath m .Raat ko jab sone ka time aaya toh ek bhut bda bed tha humko whi sona tha hum dno so gye.Dusra din jad wo bucket m pni le rhi thi tab wo phisal gyi or jor se chilayi mai gya unke pass or unko uthaya wo kfi dard m thi.Unka gand m chot aaya tha thora sa.