Today's Blog: CUM FARTER edged their car around the gravel lane banking the lake, in the heatered air of the Honda he could feel Laurenˇ¦s muscles coiling beside him. She was tightening, her slender legs pressing together, arms crossed under her breasts, shelving them in a way he could never ignore, finger twisting a lock of chestnut brown hair. For a sullen moment the thought of her trying to talk him out of this in Tyraˇ¦s own driveway threatened his mind.
