After sometime he came.dan again i went n pumped her badly.after pumping4 sometime i became calm.my next friend went at last n he2 pumped her badly.we...n he came out.da women was crying.now da story starts.we had fulfilled our desire but our mind had wanted some more 4m dat body lying naked on da ground.my friends hold her hands tightly n said me2insert my hands on her pussy.c listened it n begged not2do that.since we were drunk we dont listen2her words.i inserted her blouse on her mouth n parted. They traveled along for some twenty minutes before beginning to head up the canyon. Chris was familiar with the area, she and Steve had quite often driven up this road themselves on their way to picnic, or simply hike and enjoy the mountain scenery. Once again she asked him."Where are we going? I don't recall there being much of anything up here aside from a few remote cabins," she'd said, stopping suddenly. "Ah, I get it! You rented us a cabin or something for the weekend didn't you?" Then she. The clerk at the cash register said, “You might want to stock up on that. The prices on sodas will be going up ten percent as a result of the new fat tax.”“What fat tax?” Jack asked looking at the bottle of soda.“The one that Congress passed today,” the clerk answered. He shook his head and said, “It passed without much debate. You would think someone would have fought it considering the kinds of lobbyists that there are in Washington.”“What is a fat tax?” Jack asked still confused by the. Anyway that had been the state of play until about two months before that fateful Friday evening. I'm not exactly sure how or why it started, but I came home from work one evening and Karen was in a frightful mood. The trouble was that she wasn't in a bad mood with her work colleagues or their clients, as was Karen's usual want. She was definitely shit faced at me.More than that, for some inexplicable reason Karen appeared to be really antsy with Larraine, my opposite number at our Edinburgh.