There you were, an exotic blonde beauty, dancing and moving erotically to the beat. Erotically? No, more sensual. No, it was primal, the way you moved..., like you had a need that had to be filled, but it was obvious the man you danced with was not up to the task. Just watching you dance created a burning in me that was all consuming. And that was just from the way you moved.You wore a low cut white blouse that almost promised a peek at more than just cleavage, but it never did. Your plaid mini. Jb wo thik hui to phir maine pura lund andr pel diya aur ushke hotho ko chusne laga. Maine apne dhakke satrt kr diya. Wo hr dhakke ka response apne gand utha kr de rhi thi. Wo aaahhh hhhh hhh …… uffff fff ffffff ffff …….. ooooo oooh hhhh hhh krte hue moan kr rhi thi. Wo bhut mst hokr maje se lund le rhi thi. Phir maine use doggy style me aane ko kha .Wo turant ho gyi maine ushke latk mummo ko mslte hue pehle to gand pr 2-3 thappar lagae aur phir kiss kiya. Than mai ushke chut me phichhe se lund. We flew a high pass over the buildings and I immediately saw a white rag being waved from one of the windows. I pointed it out to the pilot and we went in for a closer view of that building. I told him to fly over the smaller building first so we didn't draw attention to whoever was waving the rag. We dropped down over the small barn and just as we started to turn to go into our run over the big building I felt a PING right under my feet. I told the pilot immediately and he swung the chopper to. One thing about the outside cooking is it does smell good. I noticed this young black fellow was checking out our tent setup and my wife’s cooking. I could see he was very hesitant to come over so I did what any southerner would had done. I invited him into our camp setup.I shook hands with him in front of our flag pole with the Confederate flag.I then asked him if he would like to try some of my wife’s cooking.He gave a big smile and said yes. The wife fixed him a plate of stew she cooked. She.