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It just like looks like random sequences of syllables," John answered as he studied it with gagging flashlight. The light of his flashlight had begun to weaken. "Let me see it," Maria said and pointed her sharp flashlight on it. After a few moments she just shook her head in confusion. "I don't get what language it is even, but perhaps the handwriting is confusing us," Maria said. Ronja was on the way to join them when she heard something that sounded like a door opening. "The guard is here, time to run," Ronja said as she placed the mirror in her backpack. The others did the same with their finding and they then begun their hasty exit from the house. If anything should be said about the escape it was that John got some of his male pride back as he ran faster than them and was of great assistance as they climbed down to the ground. Maria and Ronja did not mind the assistance, they were barely down before the guard came running out of the building. The three urban explores ran like crazy and only the fact that the guard ended the chase after ten blocks of residential houses saved them from getting caught. An hour blonde later Ronja relaxed in the shower, tits letting the hot water flow over her. It was a boon that the apartment had two separate showers. Her father rarely took a shower in the morning so unless her stepmother Carol was home Ronja and anal John did not need to argue about who took too much time in bathroom. Her friends at school had real sexy horror stories about the stress such arguments could cause. The clothes she had used during the urban exploring had been so filthy that she had hesitated about bringing them inside. It was a great relief to dump them in the wash-bin and get herself clean. Satisfied with the shower Ronja removed the shower curtain. Confused she stared at the peg that normally held her bath towel, unexpectedly it was empty. In fact there wasn't any towel in the whole bathroom. "How nice of somebody to decide to wash all towels without asking first," Ronja mumbled sarcastically. Could she call for somebody to bring her a new towel? Problem was just that she knew her father Peter had went to bed early because he started work early tomorrow and she did not want wake him up. Besides John might still be in the shower and out of hearing distance. She considered if she should dig through the wash-bin for some of her clothes that was not as filthy as those from the evening. To carry dirty clothes after the shower did not feel very appealing. "Why not make a dash over to my room, it is just an empty house," Ronja mumbled. She opened the door and listened carefully, the apartment was silent. After hesitating some, she left the bathroom and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Her room was on the left, behind John's room. When she reached the top of the stairs she, to her horror, saw the door to John's room open. "Was ist los..." John begun saying when he suddenly saw Ronja stark naked in front of him. At this moment he did really stare. The thoughtful question came to me as to why he might be favoring me, whom he hadn’t corresponded with for about half of a century, and then it all came flooding back. I’m doing him. I groaned I started to stumble. I noticed the similarities now. 5. It is true that there are differing levels of sexy responsibility among varying cultures. I would like you to meet our dear friend, Tina. “Yes. Manya removed her wet lips from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say. It reeks. Do me a favor, clean her up.” I forgot how much I loved the taste of cum, how much anal I loved feeling it slide down inside of me. It was interesting as his cum tasted different than my husbands from what I could remember. In horror she tried to turn around, but they were holding her, she could only manage to look at her arms, in time to see a third guy using duct tape to tie her wrists to her arms, making her arms get crossed and tied to her blonde back. I grab her golden hair and force her face to the side. It appears though, that his mind, is starting to overpower it. Yelitza lifted her eyes to Zora for the first time, with a look of naked lust. I must have really fucked her hard, as I was recording she let go of a thunderous fart, I swear it echoed off the concrete, as what remained of my cum shot spewed from her fluttering rosebud. Maybe let him taste you? Her tongue slithered along me with each pass, wrapping me in a serpentine tits undulation of wetness, massaging the tension as her lips pulled so tightly. Daddy means you need a good man that will make sure you cum too, and catch you after a ‘big gagging one,’ honey.” Oh, you like that? I let go off my cock and gripped her curvy waist tight with my hands. I turned my gaze from Prestira, and back to my meal. Tammy's pants echoed from my left. They seemed to be the only ones in the room at the moment.