.phir maeri panty bhi phad kar faink di….aur meri gori gori chut ko dekhenlage aur bole ashi maloom hai jiske choot main til hota hai.use har roz is...e cuswana cahaiye aur iske andar land dalwana chaiye .phir peahle ki tarah meri chut par chupke se til bana diya… Aur bole maine kaha tha ki hai…maine kaha pajib baat hai maine to labhi nahi dekha…. Phir woh meri choot ko choosne lage … Phir thodi der baad…hum phir se kahan kahne ke liye aa gaye main bilkul nangi thi maine phir se uncle ki od main. Hell no one has wanted to ride this in years she said, not even my husband. Well your are either married to a fool or a gay man was my response. She seemed to like that answer and she begin to laugh. Sometimes I think both she said. We talked more, people walking by, I’m sure wondering why this local lady was talking to this biker trash. She wanted to tell her story how she worked all her life to support her family and how her deadbeat husband treated her like crap. Finally I interrupted and. “Once Louisa starts helping us out, I told her that she can have Hector take the bus to our place to do his homework there. He’s always welcome to hang out, whether I’m there or not. Dawn loves him and my sister’s not too much older than him, so she’ll be someone he can talk to when we’re tied up.”“Speaking of that, how do you want me to handle the schedule?” Louisa asked.“Well for tomorrow, just stop by home. We’ll have to show you where Frank’s place is and where my Dad’s apartment is. I. She began pulling withdeliberate force now as she worked the laces tighter andtighter. The heavy, slipper satin material began to reallyshine and gleam in the light as the wrinkles came out ofthe material. The white satin shimmered as it beganshrinking Richard's waist smaller and smaller with eachpull of the laces. The smallness of his waist began toaccentuate his more than ample bust and his flared, paddedhips that were now framed with the delicate white lace trimcomplete with little pink.