Mami ki sarri unke hips par hi thi aur unki chut par mera aur unke pani ke nishan the Jabki mera lund bhi lungi ke bahar hi tha. Mami ne chunki bahut...dino baad marwai aur puri tarah nichud kar soi thi so wo awaaj hone par bhi nahi uthi. Maine unki sarri thik ki aur nahane chala gaya, bathrum me jate hi mujhe jhatka laga kyoki dhara naha rahi thi (maine socha tha wo school chali gai)aur apni choti=chhti chuchiyo par sabun laga rahi thi. Mujhe dekhate hi boli bhai apka lund abhi kaisa hai. Maine. The energy, though it has not mind, knows in it’s design that the song is all. Must be continued. And it shall be, it also knows. The energy is shy, quests, no more, it sweeps inward with the force of a tidal wave. A tsunami of pure, angry, need. An animal force that Growls in it’s need to use the part of itself to keep the song alive. The heart does not fade, it grows stronger. Life blood, the essence of power within the universe, flows into the decimated, war-torn veins. No life can withstand. I thought I had resigned myself to my fate. Only now do I understand that I was not as willing to give everything up as I had thought. Only Teddy supports me. He alone is willing to stand up for me in memory of all that we have been. His characteristic lack of expression, never questioning, always accepting, no matter what horrible thing I have done. Teddy remembers how it was before, how we were before. He doesn’t forget. He is a testament of what once was in his patched, candy-cane striped. She wondered, briefly, if she let this go on for much longer would she lose her mind completely. Oh but the thought of going over the edge with that hard piece of meat banging her had her juices running down her thighs even more than before. More than once already this stranger had slipped out of pussy from all the lubricant her body was providing. Each time she almost wept from the feeling of loss and then cried to the heavens in thanks when he slammed back into her. When her car broke down.