Care to explain why you’re taking me all the way out here?” Just to be sure of what I already expected, I briefly snatched my phone out of my pocket and checked for a connection. It didn’t display a single bar ¬– we were far from civilization. “Sure!” he answered. oriental The dense vegetation was slowly opening up to reveal a larger, open area. The grass was downtrodden. Near the center was a makeshift fire pit consisting of many small and large stones which were arranged into a circle. Remnants of ash still lingered in the midst of that circle. “Well, there’s a indian secret I hadn’t told you yet,” he began. “Before you were born, I always hoped that your mother would give birth to a son. Because the fondest memories of my childhood, were bonding moments with my dad during fishing trips, hiking, things like that. When she gave birth to a daughter, I kind of just accepted that those things would never happen again. But you know what?” The car gradually slowed until it came to a stop. “You’re old licking enough now to decide for yourself. I figured we can give this a try, and if you dislike it, you will let me know.” He stepped out of the car, and already began to retrieve a few items from the back of the van while I was still taken aback by this revelation. He just dumped a lot of information on me at once. It was a relief that he didn’t say he regretted having a daughter, but he also mentioned that he would have preferred a son. It probably didn’t help that my mother had her own way of raising me. Whatever good that did, desi anyway. I never liked playing with dolls and I certainly was never going to behave like one. When I freshly entered puberty, she was probably the only reason why I spent my time with other girls instead of roughhousing it with the guys and being up to no good. This was an opportunity to embrace my rebellious side and maybe even learn a little more about myself. And the way my father phrased it, this seemed to be some kind of family tradition. I loved the thought. “I will let you know!” I chirped back at him. So I climbed out of the car, and helped to get his stuff out of the car. Most of it resembled camping gear, which he soon used to set up a tent. It felt like a little adventure – I didn’t even know where we were, but it was an idyllic little patch. There was also a distinct pussy watery sound nearby. Curiosity got the better of me, so while my father was busy setting up the rest of the campsite, I followed the noise. It gradually grew louder, until I arrived at a little creek in the middle of the woods. The water coursing through it oral was crystal clear – to a city girl such as myself, it looked awesome. She hopped up, turned around, and sat on my cock slowly, sinking all the way down until my cock was fully embedded into her ass. He is a great oriental find we need to find one or two more like him. The invisible hands were actually not holding her wrists anymore, but holding her elbows. She suppressed her moans but squealed as she came and jerked on the bed, now ignoring me in her lovely indian shaking orgasm. It was thick and sticking straight out from his dark pubic hair. I still oral need a winter hat and scarf. I just needed to figure out the best way to do that. Curious? "Denada" he said and winked at her then asked, "Would you like pussy a hit?" I licking tried to make enough space for her as I could but it hadn’t really been enough, her arm was pressing on my breasts as desi she manoeuvred by, then she was gone. We talked about how busy the store is now and my father said that the food court has had more patronage also. She asked me to come as she will have an excuse to come back soon. It did taste like real food for a change and Linda did her best to eat as quickly and as much as she could. I screeched as softly as I could. “No, not a blood sample.”