Main kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi.Tabhi jiju ne aa kar bahon mein bhar liya aur bole ki main to dar gaya tha ki agar tumhari didi maan jati tumhe ...vahan rakhne ko to kya hota. To maine kaha ki to kya hona tha. Main ruk jati vahan pe. Isme kya baat thi.To jiju bole ki main sab janta hoon aur mujhe kas ke pakad liya. Kya maza aa raha tha. Unka lund mere chutdon ke beecho beech meri gand se sata hua fanfna raha tha. Meri chut ki khujli badne lagi thi. Main utejit hone lagi thi mera rom rom jiju. Henry glanced around suddenly, checking to see that no one had managed to sneak up on him undetected. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he was alone on his porch, and deftly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, which fell around his ankles.Henry tugged at the waist of his boxer shorts, pulling them down far enough so that his prick popped free, waving in the air in front of him. He licked at his fingers for lubrication before wrapping them around his hard shaft.Ah, he thought. I had already been told by the rednecks I met off duty, that there was nothing sexier to them than a woman in camo. I couldn't do camo pants they made my ass look huge, but most anything else I could do just fine. I just like the look of white dress shirts and blue jeans.I drove from the motel to the best barbecue joint in the area. It just happened to be across the square from the courthouse. I knew there should be a deputy or lawyer having lunch there around 1PM, when I arrived. That day was. Steve checked that it was clean, and then had a drinkand a bit of a wash. He filled his flask with water and sat by the poolfor a while. He returned to his car, and set off again.He drove for a half hour and then came to the junction. He was prettyfar south already, so "lets go north", he said out loud to himself. Hepulled onto the highway and upped the speed even more. He stuck on acountry rock group that he liked to listen to, and wound down thewindows. The wind rustled his hair, and he let.