This past two weeks aren't real. Twenty years ago I spent all my time being Allan Quatermain or Richard Hannay or Rudolph Rassengyll or Professor Chal...lenger. Now I've not been in Scotland nor in Africa nor in Ruritania, but I've been on a real adventure ... and been wounded like Dr. Watson and Quatermain. But I'm not a fictional hero. So I need a way to moor myself. And I want you to help me." I wouldn't know what to do. I don't even know who some of those people are. And in many ways you are a. Sweat rolls down the man’s face, clings to the end of his nose, falls to the ground only to dissolve quickly under the remorseless sun. The man sits back on his knees and pulls the front of his shirt up to wipe sweat from his face, he shrugs when he finds the cloth already too wet and wipes the sweat away with his hand and flings the drops away. ‘My God. I have never felt such heat in my life,’ the man says as he leans back into his work. The woman by his side does not pause, she does not look. "So this is the new sheriff?" mused the tow-haired youth.He was sitting with one leg pulled up across the saddle like he needed some rest for his hip and his knee. Hector and Jethro were both on the slender side for young looking western boys but Butch was built like a solid cord of wood real skimpy below the belt with long legs and up on top he had shoulders that belonged on a lumberjack. She could see why the boys were bragging on his expertise in a face to face knuckles fight because his. This is the continuation of how I lost my virginity to my Bindu akka. Please read the first part first.Anyways, so there I was sleeping like a baby on my mom’s friend’s hot daughter Bindu akka. Even Bindu akka was also sleeping. Maybe she also passed out due to her excitement with me. Whatever the reason, she just looked like a sleeping beauty. She was so fucking beautiful, you know. ????????????????????I guess I had dozed off for like 15-20 minutes. And I guess she was out cold. She was lying.