Yes, that was it! To my left is Sir Robert Stern, an arms consultant, and his lovely traveling companion, Miss Anne Hathaway.”
As Indy’s gaze touched upon Anne Hathaway, his sleeping penis immediately awakened and began rapidly growing in size and hardness. Indian sex Knowing that she must at least attempt to deny this sin, she still did not do so! If this were America, Indy would say that this was a one street, one horse town. Suckling feverously, he claimed ownership of the stiff nipple nub. Almost! “If so, then no, I have not had that pleasure!”
Anne winked at Norma Jean. “I…I…am virgin,” she muttered. In spite of his most gentlemanly intentions, Indy insistently pressed his nude body against the long, cloth-covered crack of his bed partner’s ass. But, I must see multiple men dip their cocks into this unfaithful wench’s cheating cunt!”
Young Indiana Jones had seen his share of inhumanity, brutality, and death this day. “Pray tell, what did you say in your message to Sir Robert to cause him to fire at you? “We have an Arab custom which translates into, ‘to the victor go the spoils’.
