. Or siskiya bhar rahi thi… Mera lund unke chutt me nahi jaa rahi thi… Fir maine ek kas k dhake mar k apna half lunf unke chutt me daal di… Wo c...ilaa utti.. Ahhhh mar gai.. Plz ise nikalo bohot dard ho raha hai… Fir maine unshe kiss kiya ot dhire dhire dhakr marne laga or fir ek or baar kas k dhaka marte hi mera pura lund boor me chala gaya… Mai unhe kas kas k chod raha tha…. Pure room me cupppp cupp…. Thapp ki aawaj gunj rahi thi… Or maami ko bhi bohot maza aa raha tha… Ahhhh yess plz fuck me. I had often wondered what she was like and if she would have liked me. I think I sat there crying for the longest time. I remember hearing my dad tell my grandpa, ‘If you don’t want him, turn him over to the state.’ That’s when I heard my grandma walk in. ‘What? You’ll do no such thing, Harold,’ said my grandma. ‘If you send Josh away, I promise you, I’ll leave too. That poor boy didn’t ask to be born.’ It was the only time I every heard my grandma talk back to my grandfather. Bottom line is I. I found this cosy bar in the old part of town. The atmosphere seemed friendly although most people were in couples. A guitarist started playing and the beer was going down very well. Just to my left I noticed a stunningly beautiful blond girl, with an equally handsome blond boyfriend. As I sipped my beer I couldn't take my eyes of this stunning beauty. I looked down and noticed her perfect breasts with large protruding nipples. I couldn't see the lower part of her body as it was hidden beneath. As soon as i pulled out she ran into the shower before the cum ran leaked out. The shower was at the end of the room and although the middle portion of glass was frosted you could clearly see her outline. As she washed the cum from her body, Dennis and I chatted and casually watched her. It soon became apparent she was doing more than wash her soiled pussy. She was having a wank in the shower! I walked over and stood at the end of the shower/ wet area. She just wryly smiled and carried on. I.