Usko mai jaldi se jaldi chodna chahta tha kisi v tarah se. Mai usse bat karna chahta tha aour wo v mujhse bat karna chahti thi,ek din mai sam ko 7 baj... use chat par bulaya aour thoda sa bat kiya uske bad uska mobile no.Le liya fir ham log ki bat suru ho gaye, uska no. Aksar busy jata tha bad me pata chala ki uski sadi 2 maahine bad hone wali hai aour wo apne husband se bat kar rahi thi.Ek din uske ghar par koi nai tha aour uske mobile me balance khatam ho gaya tha, usne mujhse request kiya ki. " While Gilly had been staring at the main screen Charlie had brought another camera into a close up on Helen's face."Look at her face," he said, switching the picture onto the main screen."Jesus, she's loving it. Shit, she's coming. Look at her trying to get Karen's fist deeper into her cunt. Fuck me Charlie, please fuck my arse." Listen to the whore coming. Look at the way she's pulling my fist into herself. Your stupid little dick could never satisfy a woman who needs a fist to get her. Her body shape was like anyone would die to fuck her and her boob’s size would be no less than 38-40C.My Aunt’s sons’ had a crush on her (which I came to know later and they used to discuss her among themselves and their cousins, as how their uncle might be sucking those big breasts and pulping them etc.).Cutting back to the story, Fatima’s mom was sleeping in the same room and was wearing a loose maxi.The fan was in full speed and the maxi was flying loosely. I peeped into her mother’s maxi. I managed to stay in the shed and eat garbage from the bait shop for almost a week before Bert caught me. He gave me a right good whoppin’ that day let me tell you. Then he said I had to work off my keep ‘cause nothin’ in life’s free, ya know? He said I could fuck him and move back into the house or I could blow him then get my ass inside and work in the bait shop for my keep. I wasn’t agonna blow him but he made me. Any way, I been working in the bait shop and living in the shed now for almost.