Monika 1

As I pulled into the Maria lane, I saw the flashing lights of an ambulance, two police cars and a large crowd of people. As I got out of the car, I expected to be the centre of everyone’s attention, having been “missing” all night, but the assembled crowd was all gathered around a young man with a blanket over his shoulders, sitting on the wall and being attended to by the Paramedics and being questioned by the Police. I recognized the young man from the bar of the hotel yesterday and the night before. As I listened to what was going on, I discovered that the young man and two of his friends had been out Bhabhi for an early morning walk on the moor not far from the hotel when they had been viciously attacked. His two friends were now on their way to hospital in a bad way, but the perpetrator of this violence was the main talking-point; it seems that their attacker was a “vicious beast with inhuman strength and claws to match”. Certainly, the sorry young man in the blanket looked as if grade he had been heavily beaten and scratched. His clothes, or what remained of them, were torn and filthy and one side of his face bore patched wounds of dried blood. In fact, he was a mess – mallu and he was the one who hadn’t been taken to hospital! But no-one was interested in me; the Police spoke to me briefly but only to establish that I hadn’t seen anything. I told them the truth – or at least, part of it. I had gone up to the “Old Man” late yesterday but because of the weather, I had spent the night in the car, in the car park. Given that I clearly aunty had neither the physique nor the build necessary to best three Highland youths in the manner that had clearly Monika taken place, they believed me. I went up to my room to pack my bags. It was time to move on. But there, lying on the pillow, was Deryk’s Celtic Talisman……….. (PS) If anyone out there likes my "Deryk" stories, perhaps you'd like to suggest how I should develop him - constructive comments, please! Eric had told me Christmas was a big deal for family, his dad's side always flew in from out of state to just to visit, they drove up to their family cabin and they would all celebrate together. It was different for his mom. She was an only child and her parents skipped out of visiting for Christmas, but always came for New Years instead. This is a very “macho” environment. now do it to your sister and make my cock VERY hard while I watch!” Emily winked at me and then moved over in front of Emma. Jim aunty said they couldn't see anything after we blocked the view with the umbrella. I only saw 1 full hard-on and the boy just kept talking and ignoring it although all the girls around him weren’t ignoring it. As her breathing grew more rapid and her body tightened, I could tell she was about to cum. My cheeks sorry bulged before I gulped it down. “Oh, damn, that's a good one! Suddenly her nipples grade began to rotate again while her breast began to knead themselves. That slimy bastard I can't be Maria that sure of. “W-w-w-what do you w-w-want, Flora?” Passion stuttered. I take her to the big X in the center of the room. I leaned as Yavara did, and whispered into Leveria’s ear, “I want you to tell your ranger boyfriend what a whore you are.” "Do you remember how I used to Bhabhi like to sleep with Dad, after our mother died?" I reached over and turned the locked. It would be in the past. “So you’ll mallu have plenty of time to relax and unwind then?” I had no Monika idea what I had been missing out on. Lynne smiled and Cheryl said I need to talk with your doctor and she left the room. Her juicy snatch stimulated me. My orgasm built in my pussy.