.My mind keeps forgettinghow to breathe rightFor while others air goIn and outout and inIn a simple function of normalityMine falters a lot of the tim...Turns my voice into wheezing gaspsThe dead could speak better than IMy lungs squish into a tiny boxIn the center of my chestCausing a volcanic eruption of painIt is a very similar feeling to my heartWhich thumps and clamorsAt a speed unknown to humanityThe pace of a jackrabbit heartwhose cotton little tail's on fireUntil it simply feels like. "Shhhhh," was all she heard from behind her. Patti had a moment of blind panic. She wanted to bite the hand that covered her mouth and then scream for help. But after a moment common sense prevailed: if help did come, how would she explain her lack of clothing? Whose story would they believe, the man, and it was definitely a masculine hand covering her mouth, behind her? Or would they believe the woman in her bra and panties (the latter item practically dripping with her juices) with a dog. I watched as Melissa?s brain began to piece together what that crackmeant, as each individual braincell lit up with the revelation that shehadn?t been upstaged by Jensen Paganelli?s cousin. She?d been upstagedby Jensen Paganelli in a dress and heels. I quickly made my way out ofthe bathroom before she could say anything and headed back to thetable, sitting down next to Billy."How?d it go? Did you see ?Liss?" Billy asked."We had a few words... But I don?t think she?s gonna come near us. Chut to puri gili thiii.Jaise hi chut ko toch kiya mamu uchal pdii.Fir main niche gyaa.Ynki tange failayi aur chut pe muh rakha vo to machli ki tarah tadapne lgiu.Chuso rahul meri chut ko.Kabse pyasi hai yeh.Chusooi.Aaaahhh rahul ahhhhh .Mami ki awazien tham ni rhii thiii.Fir maine apne lund nikala jo pure ufan pe tha aur mami ke munh main dal diya vo to maze se chusne lgiii.Aur main mami ko unglii krne lgaa vo to kyii baar jhad chuki thii.Main bi jaldi hi mami ke munh mai jhad gya.Fir hum kiss.