“Who the fuck does this guy think he is? What’s his name?” I demanded. “I am not sure, but when I left I notice a piece of mail on the kitche... counter. I believe his name was Brad Soleman or something like that,” Ann said. “Brad Shuelman?” I then asked. “Yeah, that is his name! Do you know who he is?” Ann asked with great surprise. “Yeah! He was an intern in our office for a while but was let go of about two months ago. I wrote up my opinion on him, and I called him out on several things.. I was now at eye level to him. I weeped and pleaded,“ Please don’t kill me... Please...” Crystals of tears continued to roll down my cheeks. Using his other hand, he took his rifle and tossed it onto my bed. Instantaneously, using the same hand, he grabbed my wrist tightly together and held it behind my back. He took a step forwards and squeezed his body against mine. His nose ran down my neck and sucked profusely while he used his tongue to lick my neck. He then bit my neck lightly. It felt. The house was really hot. I saw a portrait of Gina’s aunt. She was a lovely woman in her late forties. In many of the pictures there was another woman with her. The same woman, over and over again. Must be a friend. Cool. Gina came back with some lemonade, and we sipped them. I looked at her. Couldn’t help myself. She was so hot. We talked for a bit, and I thanked her for inviting me home. She led me to the kitchen, and grabbed two plates out of the refrigerator. We ate some delicious Haitian. Wo pagal hoye ja rhai thi ke rhai thi ki bs kro ab iss randi kop el do…m kab se tumse chudne ka intezar kr rha thi aaj is randi ki chut ko apne lund se bhar do…Fir mne uski chut ke andar apni jeebh daali or usse chusne lga…fir m khada hua or usko bola ki chal randi ab mera lund chus ke isse gila kr or apni chut ke layak bna …wo sach m bilkul ek randi ki trh mera lund chus rhai thi…m apna lund uske gale tak phaucha rha tha…Fir mne apna lund bhar nikala or usne uspe thoda thuka ur fir usko ache.