She did. Uhhh. Ahh. Umm. And she started sobbing.Where did that come from? He asked.Are you really here? Are you gonna run away again?This was the fir...st time in five years she admitted that it hurt when he left her. He had a dozen times or more. No, I give up. I’m yours if you still want me. Do you?Yes. Yes. She said.Are you mine? he asked.Yes I’m yours, she said. Tell me about it.My mouth is yours. My ass is yours. My pussy is yours. My tits are yours. My hands are yours. How bout your. That felt even weirder because in the tribal culture of long-haired America names weren’t always exchanged. Introductions seemed horribly formal to people rebelling against formality and tradition. If you didn’t know a guy’s name you simply referred to him as man. The polite freak in those days substituted the word lady when addressing a female. Next came Massachusetts state line and the dad asked a question that drew her blondeness’s head out of the book. “Is anybody else getting hungry? “ He. I immediately sat down in one of his chairs and stared expectantly at him. He reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed. I watched as he fidgeted around waiting for an answer. ‘Hey Jerry, is Charlie in? ‘Oh really, yeah, I’d like to talk to him. ‘Hi Charlie… yeah, it’s going fine. Yeah… Hey, look the reason I’m calling is the twins I talked to you yesterday about. ‘Yes, well look Charlie, I think perhaps I may have been a little out of…,’ he paused a moment when I jumped up out of my chair and. Aur mai jor jor se andar bahar karne laga aur wo sikiy bharne lgi aahhhh……. Ahhhh….. Aaahhhhhhh….. Uhhhh….. Faaiiizzzzzz….Aur jor se aur jor se faiiizzzzzzzzz…..Aahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhhh…Fir maine apna lund bahar nikala aur usko zameen par leta diya aur mai khada hokar uski dono tango ko upar uthakar faila diya aau irse mera lund uski chut me ghused diya….. Is tarah usko bahot maja ane laga…..Mai jhatke marta rahi aur wo siskiya bharti rahi…..Aahhh… Aahhh…Ahhh… Ahhhh… Fuck me fuck hard darling uhhh.