I don’t use an editor per se. He’s too humble to call himself one. My boss read it, he liked it. It’s not a war story as much as it is a story a...out people thrown together in a war zone. My secretary also enjoyed it—as did my grandmother—but that is the limit of distribution at this point in time.’ ‘Can I read it?’ ‘Now you’re being too kind and you already told me you had more than enough amateur wannabe prose to review over the next few days.’ ‘Do you have the manuscript with you or not?’ ‘Of. What had this man made him become?The old man adds another finger until the husband's hole is stretched and open for him to use. The husband groans in pleasure until he feels something sliding up and down his hole, something heavy and warm. He turns to see the old bull slithering his disgusting old cock against his wet cuntlips."NO! NO! STOP, YOU CA-" The old man pushed his cockhead deep into the husband's pussy and rammed down hard. The husband's eyes rolled back in his head and his cock. Mai ab dhire dhire kamare ke taraf badha to mera sak yakin me badal gaya.mai jab andar gaya to dekha ki mom ki wo sadi jise unhone saam me pahana tha wo fars par gira hua tha. Mai ab samajh gaya tha ki kuchh ho raha tha. Mai jab mom ke room ke taraf gaya to dekha ki mom ke room ka gate andar se lock tha aur maine andar se mom ki kuchh ajib si awaj sunai de rahi thi. Jab maine room ke darwaje ke hole se dekha to mai to jaise bilkul hi ajib sa ho gaya. Maine dekha ki raj ne mom ko apne bajuo me. I am going to fuck your tongue,” she whispered. I was somewhat surprised by her crudity, but anything that Beth said or did now. She reached her left hand between her squatting legs and grasped the edge of her crotch with her fingers. In one quick motion, she pulled the panty crotch to the other side, baring her curls and the pink, gaping slit. The entrance to her moisture-laden vagina was wide-open and inviting. I continued stroking my tumescent cock.“What do you want to do to me?” she.