Birju Pooja ka pajama nikal deta ha aur khich kar t-shirt aur bra nikal deta hai.Pooja: Ahhh. Birju, aram se karo.Pooja Birju ke neeche machal rahi th.... Birju ka lund Pooja ki chut ko dhund raha tha. Birju ne chut pe lund sata kar ek dhaka diya aur lund chut ke andar chala gaya. Birju Pooja ko chodne laga. Pooja ab aahen bhar rahi thi.Birju ka lund uski chut ki dewar par ragad mar raha tha. Jisse Pooja aur uttejit ho rahi thi. Ab Pooja puri garam ho gayi thi aur uski chut Birju ke lund ko kasne. Her head lolls on her shoulders and her eyes roll like those of a dying woman. All the strength she used to break me has been sapped by this b**st, and now she quietly purrs and trembles beneath him. ‘Stretch me’ she begs, ‘Open me up. Open me.’ She looks so peaceful.He sees me gawping and stops fucking her. She gingerly reaches between her legs and pets her vagina, a pearlescent tear rolls down her cheek as she looks into his eyes. Holding her as if she were asleep, he picks my fiancée up in. I only moved back far enough to let her drive so that I could still breathe her in. I can’t remember wanting someone so much….so completely. She was driving and all I could do was think about how badly I wanted to kiss her, taste her, and feel her. I ran my fingers through her hair and down the back of her neck. “Where are we going young lady?” I whispered but all I could hope for was the next red light so that I could kiss her again. He was here, in my arms, finally after so many years apart.. That's how the plan began to form.My daughter has a bad habbit. She leaves her computer on, all the time in sleep mode. She has a password screensaver that kicks in, after 10 minutes. She always checks her e-mail before going out. There was a window of opportunity. I simply waited until she was going out, and went to her computer immediately.Then I signed on to her AOL account and began sending e-mails to a hotmail account I had created.Here's a sample:"Ron I really do love you, and I'm sorry.