He ducked into the darkened room of one of his old haunts, Johnson's Tavern in Weehawken. It was far enough from Secaucus to require some effort but c...lose enough to require only one bus, which Brendan snuck aboard from the back.He didn't recognize any faces, but he identified the looks of exhaustion, depression, and loneliness he saw around the room. He sidled up to the bar and took a seat, anticipating a little alcohol buzz. The bartender ambled over like he had a bad hip and said, "Put money. Out to the very edge of her pussy lips, then deep back inside. My cock was engulfed in her warm, grasping wetness. She felt like each thrust was splitting her open, my cock driving deeply, and comfortingly, into her core. We let out loud groans with every thrust. Our pace picked up, our moaning grew louder. She reached into the jar of chocolate fudge, and smeared some on her nipples. Still thrusting into her, I leaned forward to lick it off hungrily. I was really feeling the tension build in my. Jon, the tattoo goes back thousands of years and it denotes wisdom and the ability to seek freedom for the oppressed, and a whole lot more, that Koma will explain to you. Jon, in all the history of our society, there has only been one other white man that was ever accepted. That was in 1826 in India. He saved a village from a white man's disease, and was asked by the chief to accept the honor. Jon, the history, which Koma will explain, goes back to the days of the great wars in the Middle East. I sat in front of my home and started removing my shoes.She s standing right in front of me. Her skin was glowing in dim light. She had tucked her saree and petticoat a little higher. I can see her legs and knee. Her saree was wet and I cud see her ass crack. I had an instant hard on. I decided to make a move and took my shoes in right hand and tried to cross her to keep the shoes there in shelves which is across her. While crossing her I brushed my left hand on her ass, she didnt respond.Then.