Ich sitze hier unten und schlage meine Zeit tot. Und die ist lang. Gestorben bin ich im Knast. Das hatte die Richterin und der Staatsanwalt nicht geda...ht. Zur Besserung hatten sie gesagt. Und nun sitze ich hier. Erstochen und für alle Zeit hier. Und mein Nachbar nerft.„Hey hey wie heist du Kumpel?“„Geht dich nichts an“ brumme ich.„Ach auch egal, bald binn ich hier raus.“ japst der Typ. Auch Geister können nerven.„Wie raus?“ Trotz der Penetranz des Typs wurde ich neugierig.„Siehst du den Spalt. . perfect. Even though she was only sixteen, she had already sprouted to 5'10", taking after her fashion model mother. She wore a 34B bra; I knew because I'd gone snooping in her drawers one afternoon. Her dark brown hair was straight and silky, running halfway down her back when she didn't put it up in braids. And she had an exotically-perfect face with angular eyes that drew the attention of full-grown men wherever she went.I knew she was more beautiful than any adult woman on the planet,. I have to admit that I was a little embarrassed about the fact that I was so wet my pussy was farting. I’ve always considered that to be disgusting. But honestly, these guys are used to having experiences like that. I did not know that I was going soak the fucking bed though! From the first cock to the last, I hardly ever stopped cumming. They fucked me relentlessly. It was hard, it was fat and it was hardcore. There was no breaks and absolutely no coming up for air. I was constantly filled. The men produced a bottle of rum, several cans of coke, and a stack of plastic glasses, well provisioned for the fight. The Moreno lifted his rum and coke and gestured 'Cheers' to Louisa as he took a long drink. "You guys have come well prepared!" Louisa commented in faltering Spanish."Ah, this is our tradition. You need your rum to get the blood flowing. Where are you from, have you come to see the Toros?" We've driven all the way from Scotland just to see the San Fermin." This was a bit of an.