I scoop you up and carry you toward the door of the motor home. Hentai I bring your wine and we talk as I warm up the pasta and add the shrimp. No rush, no hurry, we kiss and caress. I would end up murdering you. DNA would get me but I am counting on you not reporting it. I see a flash in the distance. You lower it a little. I ask you to help me and you get up and fix our salads while I stir the entree. You wouldn’t really run over me would you.)
You look up to the road and like a ghost there is a dirt bike in front of you, about 200 yards away. When we had eaten all we were going to, I stand and offer you my hand. ‘I am out of my mind’!
