Usne kaha ha bhaiya maine kaha khade ho jao maine uske half pant ka huk kholker use nanga ker dia.uper usne tshirt pahen rakha tha.uski gand uska lund...bahot gora tha.wo bahot sunder lag raha tha uska patla lund tana hua tha mai niche baithker uska lund munh me le lia aur use chusne laga.mainne apne dono hath se uski gand ko pakad rakha tha aur apni ek ungal uski gand ke hole me daba rakha tha aur apne hath se uske pure sharir ko aage piche dhakka de raha tha uska lund mere munh me aage pichhe. It's lonelier than you can imagine."Well, it was a bad time. I'd already lost my son, Calvin, and we were raising his two sons after that b- miserable excuse for a wife of his - got into drugs and then just vanished. And then all of a sudden, it was just me, and two teen boys. And I was already pretty stove up. And fat."She stared into the morning sky. Pale white clouds were drifting, driven by an autumn breeze."Suicide is a sin. Us Baptists and Catholics don't agree on much, but on that we do.. Stevie let go of my neck and the oxygen rushed into my chest. I heaved mightily, thankful for the chance to breathe again. My cock was teetering on the edge of explosion. I was bursting with erotic sickness. Stevie was caressing my soaking wet hair, brushing my forehead with his long fingers. His cock was buried in my ass. I was grateful for the relief. Both from his thrusting and his strangling. Jesus. I was grateful? Talk about a pathetic loser faggot. Suddenly. His hands went back to my. After that, Diane took her double-headed dildo out and the two women fucked themselves together with the toy until they fell asleep from exhaustion.The two women, mother and child, curled up together in a spooning position and fell asleep for hours on end.Meanwhile, across town other things were happening.Ramon woke up the next morning hornier than hell. At breakfast he even looked at his own mother with lust in his eyes. If he could have, he would have pushed his own mother, the head of an.