Suddenly she bit me on my ear and licked it a bit. As it was winter eve and a lil dark it was totally unbearable for me. She some how shifted herself ...in my front hugging me while the vehicle was running at its fullest. And we started with a smooch. Of course it was a lil tough to handle the vehicle at 80-85 km/h with continued smooching and caressing of her. But i somehow maintained the speed coz it was adding allot to excitement levels of us.I literally dont know when we travelled around 40. Only that it is received after a week that I spend with him, giving him all there is of me to give. I give my soul, my life, and my wealth and receive mysteries. Over and over again it keeps coming back to the mysteries. No one has ever given me a dress. I have never received a gift of shoes. No one has ever given me little nothings. My heart shatters with this thought. I saw a sea turtle on a sweatshirt of child of four yesterday, and I loved its design and how it moves on the child. I make. But Frank was insistent. He grabbed her toned legs and made her spread even further. Ana resisted a bit more, like she was playing a dirty game...Holding her spread and facing down, he tried having his way in her womb. Suddenly I saw him applying Vaseline on his middle finger.Anita’s pain cry indicated that the bastard had shoved his lubed finger in her tight asshole. Then I understood why my wife was resisting his attack…He moved his long finger in and out, stretching Ana’s dark rosebud.Her. ” I sighed while we looked in each other’s eyes.He didn’t even say anything, well, he couldn’t because I turned my head and kissed him before he could say anything. I won’t lie, I LOVED (still do) the way my dad tasted, loved it! I loved how his breath even tasted and smelled good, I loved the way his tongue felt in my mouth and I loved the way he kissed! Oh, my, god I loved how my daddy kissed, you don’t even understand at all! I loved mommy and how she tasted too, she was a really really good.