.Ohhh..Sam….Or jor se…Ohhh….Phir mausi ke muh me apna lund dal kar me chodne laga or esa thodi der chala or hum dono jhd gaye or ek dusre ka pan...i pi liya phir bhi mausi mere lund ko chus rahi thi..Or wese ka wesa khada tha…Ab usne raha nahi gaya..Unhone bola sam…Ab dal..De….Ab raha nahi …Jata….Plz…….Ku ki unki chut tight thi…Mene thora cream lagayi..Chut pe…Or lund dal diya unke muh se jor jor se aaahhh..Aahhh..Nikal raha tha…Or dard se chila rahi thi….Mene aage piche karna suru kiya or jor jor. Although the 2 weeks were a hell of frustration at the time, as a memory, they were delightful. The more she stressed about her predicament, the more her clit throbbed. Instead of denial because of ropes and self imposed bondage, she suffered denial because of her lack of funds. Every day she would think of ways to get the money for another bus trip. Borrow from a friend? Cut out some other expense? Sell something she didn't need? Anything at all! And every time she turned her mind to the. Ten or a dozen SUVs came at us and we trashed most of them. I hope we don’t get too big a fine for all the trash we left littering the highway as there must be thirty or so dead and injured back there.”Both police officers shake their heads slowly while they listen. They take statements and let them get on their way again. As the Sergeant suspects if they held them the Texas Rangers would just come down and release them, so he saves himself the trouble and paperwork.The police find ten smashed. Pam heard about Lydia from a mom’s point of view. The two of them spent a long time talking in the kitchen. I was sure Pam would fill me in later. Rick and I took Angel down the mountain to gas her up. We then stopped by one of my restaurants to say high to everyone. For late Sunday afternoon, the place was busy which is always a thrill for me to see. I circulated among the tables and greeting as many of the guests as I could. Rick and I then sat at the bar and had a beer. I could tell.