……bas mere muh me laddo phutne lagaHum dono khel na chalu kar diye thodi hi der baad uski maa ne awaz lagaya.Mujhe to jussa aaya mosoom bana nahi ...ur saala masla hi ho gaya. Fir woh jaane lagi uska bhi maan kar raha tha par wo jyada nahi dikha rahi thi mai phatak se uska hath pakad liya usko bola ki 1 kiss kena wo mana karne lagi par mai samajh gaya kyuki wo poore dil se nahi knack rahi thi mai usse chum liya aur usse bhi mujhe kiss karne ko kaha wo kiss kar ke chali gayi.Uss din mai bhaut khus. She smiled saying naughty boy and we both proceeded back to the counter. Then she told him that today she would pick up these two and check them out and come back again tomorrow for more. Then the shop keeper picked up one of them which was a black one and pulled off the tag and told her to go and wear it right now and keep it on to see how it feels. She agreed and signaled me to follow her. Once we were back again there, this time too she did not turn around and standing facing me only took. Well, I no longer expected miracles. The best was usually a not-too-unhappy result.Many, probably most, of my missing-kids work was pro bono. That wouldn’t be the case this time.I started my search for Emily Morton — Emmy — in the usual way. Shoe leather. Knocking on doors. Getting off my butt and doing something. Because it was Sunset Hill, the police had canvased the neighborhood the same day that Beryl Thatcher filed the missing person’s report on behalf of the Mortons.I was retracing law. 'Curtis', I said 'I don't want to...' Curtis pushed his cock head through to my anus and his head was already in my anal opening before I could finish. Curtis wasn't all that big, but my butt was still very sore and with each movement of his cock I groaned in pain. Curtis had me by the hips and begin to rock back and forth in a rhythmic fashion. With each thrust I would go forward and with each pull I would return to where I was before. Curtis picked up the pace as he got more excited, soon.