Me: Nahi yaar trust me I don’t have girlfriend, Class end ho gai ma aana gharaa gaya raat ko us ka phn aaya us na puch kaya kar raha ho mna kha yaar...kuchnahi bass facebook chat fir us na kaha kya ham kal mil sackta ha mana kha surebt kis liya she said just want to ask you something we meet at mall ham na baatki thabi us na puch ki r you sure about it na ki tumhari koi gf nahi ha manakaya yes I’m sure and I know you like me and i also like you from thefirst mana us ko bola mansi I love you till. I'm not going to go into the details of his service over there except to say that in Dave's own words, "I must have been the worst bloody copper they'd ever had there"I doubt it, but I never did find out what it was that made him scream out in his dreams, nor did he ever tell me what made him wake up crying sometimes, or still sleeping, get out of bed and go to the wardrobe where he kept his pistol.As an ex Northern Irish police officer, he was allowed to be armed, (as were Northern Irish. !”She held her lips close to my ear. “That’s alright, big boy. Fill me up so you’ve nothing left for Becky.”The thought of my daughter jerking herself off in orgasm, on the end of my tool was too much and my prick erupted in my wife’s belly, squirting my semen in repeated, pleasurable pulses aimed at her cervix until she was filled, and frothy white cream began to appear where my prick disappeared into her secret place.She lay there, while my cock deflated, and kissed me. “You know it’s a bad. I was horny and rough, pinching her nipples.Told her to open her mouth further more and pushed my cock half into her mouth. Her jaws were completely open by now. She was gagging; I took my cock out for few seconds and then pushed it in again. I spit on my cock to lubricate it further, she was now looking up, not sure what to expect. I was pushing my cock deeper and deeper in her mouth. She was still on my bed half sitting up. My left hand had managed to reach her hairy pussy. I could feel dense.