He muttered, “Who are they? I don’t know that car.” We watched as men got out of the left and went around to let the other passengers out.Jack l...ooked more closely. “It’s John and Pam and Becky! Who is the guy with Becky?”“I guess we’ll find out. They are headed this way.” We met them at the door. Pam and John were holding hands but ran to us with Pam hugging Jack tightly and John doing the same to me. Pam and John pulled us into a four way embrace. Pam was smiling and crying at the same time.. When your cock is cumpletely hard & pulsating& totally drenched with my slobbering salivau finally decide 2 have mercy on my aching jaws& suddenly pull your tantalizing tool away...u pull me up 2 my feet & then turn me aroundso i am facing the bench & my back is 2ward uthen press me down until my hands are on the seat& my feet are spread out wide on the ground...suddenly i feel your hot breath on my ass-holeas u drop down 2 your knees behind my butt& slither your wet tongue in2 the cleft of my. Your really getting better now.’ ‘Yup,’ he said. ‘But if I’d been able to use it when you fell into the pool, I wouldn’t have hurt my leg or wrecked that old chair. That gave me the reason to try at the hospital. If I’d been able to use it, I would have gotten to you sooner. I couldn’t let you die. I’d rather die myself than loose another friend.’ ‘Thank you Dar,’ I said. I guess I’ll be saying that a lot to him, but I really was thankful. He’d almost bled to death saving my life and he’d. And no pubes for pussies - black, thick, long hair, probably never shaven. Up to the navel, on her butt, when turning around. Buttocks, full, fat, muscular. Full lips, a singing voice, typical our my Heimat, laughing with the lady next to her, a skinny thing, brunette bob, a pussy like a cooked chicken, way too candid.But yes: May. It’s May again. I get up before I even know that I intend to do so and scream: ‘May!’.‘Jamy?’ she greets me, high octaves again, like back then. Maud chicken cunt.