Wo dard se karhane lagi. Main jaise jaise lund andar dal raha tha uski killi nikal rahi thi. Uski choot ke seal ek dum pakki thi. Maine bhi ek baar hi...bur maari thi wo bhi apne kaam karne waali ki. To meri bhi seal poori tarah nahi tooti thi.Main lund bur main daalne ki kooshish kar raha tha aur wo roo rahi thi. Par choot to marni thi. Main kooshish kar raha tha. Bas itne main hi bedroom ka door khula aur saamne asha aunty khadi thi. Humhe dekh ke boli ke kya ho raha hai yahan. Hum thoda dar. Her shiny brown hair was spread out all over the pillow. Her face was relaxed and peaceful. I’d never thought of my sister as pretty before. I always thought her eyes were a bit plain. A dull brown colour she must have got from her dad. Mum’s eyes are green and mine are hazel. But as she lay there with her eyes closed, she looked beautiful. Her long eyelashes, flushed cheeks and delicate pouting lips all contrasted with her porcelain skin. I wanted to kiss her. I was so desperate to. Dekhne main thik lagta hun .dosto mera ak dost hai uska naam rahul hai wo mujhe se do saal chhota hai or uska rung bhi bahut kala hai main aaj tumhe uski hi kahaani sunata hun ….to dosto mera dost mere ghar aksar ata jata rehata tha mera ak bhai bhi hai jo mujh se teen saal bada hai .main apne bhai se jada baat nhi karta tha main unse sarmata tha …magar mere dost ki unse khub patti thi ….maine kai ladkiyo ki chut faadi hai ab tak. Magar main yadi aaj ki baat karu to aaj main chhoti si job karta. . that was something of an understatement. Two years of drought plus fuel shortages and a breakdown of interstate transportation for the entire summer had probably crippled most of the farms and ranches in the entire state. With the poor economy, educational bookings for fairs and rodeos had probably been down as well. Pat might be a proud and crazy old coot, but it looked like he was going to need our money, probably like a drowning man reaching for a life preserver. That was if the old.