EhehehRocky : ahahahaha ….. aray didi yaar aap say he to karta hon es tarha ki baatay , aap to bus naraaz hoti rahte ho ,Shaani : haan wo achi hai p...iyare be hai or janab 3 bachon ki amma be hai , tumharay kise kaam ki nahi eheheheRocky : ahahahah ….aray didi aap be na bus wasay suna hai aunti,s zayda enjoy karwate hain , un ka id to baatao patanay ki try to karonShaani : bus yahi baat rah gaye thi ….. main qu baataon ? SorryRocky : plz baatao na … aap es tarha ki to nahi thi phalhyShaani : yaar. (Cries) 'Stop it Sophie! Don't go down that road again,' I tell myself. I have to change something. Or make some plans so that I have something worth looking forward to. I have no idea what though, I'm not that inventive. But if I was, man I wouldn't be in this situation. Nope nope nope. As I browse my email, I notice I have another post on my Facebook wall. Why is it called a wall? Lost in the idea of people literally writing on walls, I clicked the link. 'Man, only God knows when I last. The thought of it had me flowing and I felt my hot moisture dribble out even more. Not only that, my nipples were hardening. I felt them rise against the padding of my bra. I was so glad that I was wearing a padded bra. A normal bra would have just showed my pokies. I was almost running over in sexual juices, when Daddy asked, “Cupcake, reach back there and grab me a pop, please.” In shock, I could not move. I was scared to move. My pussy was soaked and I could feel its lips actually slide. She reached her two-door coupe and frowned. The right rear tire was flat. It wasn't how she wanted to start her Friday night. With a heavy sigh, she opened her passenger door and dropped her purse in the seat. She took her business coat off. She hated that she was going to get grease on her white blouse but it was better than potentially ruining her jacket. She opened the trunk of her car and freed the jack and tire iron from its special compartment."Hey, baby!" a male voice said.Rebecca turned.