In the still air that welcomes dawn, stray dogs pad the pavement sniffing at traces laid earlier adding their stain against the soft stone plinth etch...d from years of abuse and neglect eventually to crumble like the metal sheet of the courtyard door, now a filigree of rust at its extremities ravaged by canine and weather. A column of ants march through an opening between hastily erected bricks feasting on the dead carcase of a bird or rodent within, extracting sustenance from the sweetness of. Par woh or mummy doctor ke pass nahi gaye. Azaz ne gadi apne kisi dost ke room ki taraf le gaya.Jo ki driver tha uska naam sonu tha. Wahan ja kar azaz ne apne dost ko bola ki muje tera room chaiye. Sonu ne haan bo diya ki koi problem nahi hai.Usne mummy ko nahi dheka tha.Jab mummy gadi se utri to wo mummy ko dhek kar pagal ho gaya or azaz ko bola ki kya mast hai teri malkin.Azaz ne bhi has kar bola ha roj chodta hoon sali ko or mera bacha hai iske pet mein .Sonu bola ki yaar mujhe bhi ek baar. She was really protective of our relationship. I said to her: ‘I’m fascinated by your personality, your strength and determination. And I guess I love you because you really care about me. You’re not any like other girl, Meg.’ And I was checking out this blonde chick’s torpedoes. Man, they were huge and shaped just right. And I realized that I hadn’t been with anyone but Meg for a long time. ‘I like your hair’, said Meg, ‘It’s really cool how you dyed it blue. And it’s cute how it’s always. "Sex now, talk later." I was overtalking. Her vagina was becoming more responsive as the skin seemed to melt under my caress. Being up against her from head to toe, I could feel all the little reactions her body made to being touched. At first, they were minimal, just small muscle contractions every now and then. Then small shudders. Her pussy produced more lube, a fresh trickle every few minutes flowing out of her until my fingers made small gurgling sounds. Up from deep within her came moans.