‘I am and I suppose you are Blain Atwood, brother of the very rude Thomas Atwood?’ I suggested. ‘True on both counts. The shame of it is Thomas ...idn’t learn anything last night. He is still determined that you suck his dick before he kills you. I told him to just do a drive by, but he wont have it. He is insisting that he get his blow job, and you die slow and painfully.’ ‘Did the chief of police talk to you today?’ I asked. ‘Yes he did. I know your friend is taping this. The problem with the. Idhar mai aur uncle khade didi ki chudaayi dekh rahe the tabhi maine uncle ko apne ghar ki saari baateBata di uncle bole are bhai tu to bada chupa rustam nikla maine kahaa haan kaafi dino se hum log maa,behan aur chachi ki chudai kar rahe hain but ab bore hone lage hai hum hume naya maal chayie uncle bole tu fikr na kar mai hoon na mai tere se apni biwi aur behan bhi chudwaunga mai nanga hi uncleSe lipat pada uncle ne bhi mujhe jor se chipta liya aur mere chutdo par haath pherne lage mai ek dum. By then the 2nd/69th was a spent force, and as our exhausted men lay sprawled on the ground I could not distinguish between the sleeping and the dead.It was the Duke of Wellington, not a man known for exhibiting emotion, who said.“Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.”It is true — the aftermath of a battle won is a sad and terrible sight even for the victors. The battle field is littered with dead and dying men and horses, shattered and overturned artillery. ("God I'm so high"). Then Richard grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards his cock, and he stepped back at the same time forcing me to follow on my hands and knees. This made my back arch in and my bubble butt stick up higher. I felt Juan's strong hands grab my butt cheeks and spread them. Then his thumb started rubbing my boi pussy hole. A lustful moan floated from my open mouth and I could feel my drool running off my lip and dripping off my chin. I watched Richards very large fat.