He could imagine all the men and women watching the news feed with a voyeuristic ecstasy; just hoping to see someone being killed. This was what Carlo... thirsted for, lived for, and needed in the worst way. Television and the news broadcast were his strongest allies in spreading the excitement and thrill of death and destruction. They all protested how evil the actions were and even posted warnings of the suitability of some scenes for children. All the protestations and warnings did was spike. Kha ke flat pe chalen wha aram see sab hoga yha muskil horhe ha.To maine apne civic car koo tez se bhagaya ur hum flat pe agae.. Flate pe aate he mane usko hug kar lie..Riya bhe mujhe bhot ache se responce de rhe thee ur mene jhat se riya ke jeans nd kurta nukal dyaa abh woh bikne me the mere samne ma to dekhta he reh gya kia mal tha yarrr pucho mat…Pher mene usko kha meere kapare utaro ur usene utar diee. Pher mene uske bra utar di kia bobs the white with brown nipple.. Mane usko suck karna. She closed her eyes,and her fingers began to tweek those large errect nipples,pinching,teasing. She threw her head back and her long,curly brown hair cascaded all the way down to the small of her back. One hand traversed down over her belyy and seemed to linger for a moment before finaly gently stroking down to that glorious cavern between her legs. I could see her elbow moving in time with the gentle says of her hips as she masterbated in front of that glorious mirror. I could imagine her. She had filled out. I will admit it, she had filled out nicely. I don't mind that extra ten pounds or whatever women over forty put on but consider extraneous, a burden to be dieted off. Honestly she looked good.This guy! He was a crack-up. I had such a crush on him. We had chemistry together junior year and every day we went just to watch him spar with Mr. Ezeh. You tortured that poor man." "Did I? I wasn't trying to."I hadn't enjoyed secondary school. I wasn't excited to relive those days. I.