In Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes – how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? M...asure in love. Seasons of love. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes! Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes – how can you measure the life of a woman or man?In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died. Its. Wo or tez katne lagi thi to mene use htaya kisi trh or bola ki kutti room me chl wha nikal apni aag.Hum room me enter hue hi the k usne mujhe dhakka deke deewar k share khada kia or mere baal pakad lie pichhe se or boli..Neerupa : can you fuck me like animal.Me : q nahi meri jaan, jaise tu bole.Neerupa : harami me chillau to mujhpe daya mat kario blki thappad jad dio.Me : theek h kuttiNeerupa : slap me raghav, slap me on my face.Mene uske gaal pe ek chata mara dhire se wo hsne lagi or boli k. I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. He got the message when she leaned into me and kissed my mouth. With no further word, he left us to the relative peace of the carriage and its eddying dust motes that swirled in the shafts of sunlight coming through the brown stained windows.Unforgivably, I challenged her to double or nothing. I mean; how stupid can a bloke be? The answer is right here on the other side of the keypad of my laptop. Here it stupidity in all its glory.The. In I went, and Greg was already hard, and I was semi hard at the sight of the two of them. They looked different today&hellip,so I had a sneaky feeling that they had done stuff between then and now. Belle, Greggy&hellip,have you two done stuff together since last Tuesday?. They looked at each other, then me (no doubt wondering how I knew, and Greg smiled and said Heck yeah while Belle simply looked down. I asked what&hellip,and they told me just her sucking him&hellip,like 8 times or more..