„Hat dir gefallen, mir dabei zu zusehen, wie mein Opa mich gefickt hat, stimmt doch?“ wollte sie sich von Armin bestätigen lassen, dass er keine ...ifersucht dabei empfunden hatte. „Oh ja, sosehr, dass mein steifer Schwanz am Ende unbedingt noch in deine Mama wollte. Aber wenn dich das gestört haben sollte, hättest du bestimmt nicht meinen Samen aus ihrer tropfenden Fotze geleckt“ stellte Armin fest. „Da hast du Recht mein Schatz, aber sag mal, wie beginnen wir das denn mit deiner Familie?“. It is cold and dark, and it’s not just rain, but hail and sleet thrashing down. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming larger and smaller, but always mine, the colors and patterns always familiar. At. Even more, I fear the loss of honor.The old king, a man I was bound to respect and obey, died not long ago. His name was Edward. Edward was a religious man, a pious man; over pious some said. Edward was a Saxon, but due to the political climate he’d lived a good part of his life across the water among the Normans.Now these Normans are an avaricious gang of cutthroats and thieves. They’re descended from Norse invaders who landed and settled among the Franks in years back, but with this new lord. Urvashi-come on yaaar…Chod lo mujhe aahhhh..Aaahhh…Mere raj….AaMaine jor jor se shot marne lga.Sara lund baharnikalta aur fir sara ander daalta.Wo bhi mast ho gai.Beech mein kabhi lund chut se bahar nikal jata to wo usko pakad kr chut k ander kr deti.Maine speed badha di.Wo bhi jor jor se aaah aah krne lgi.Mujhe khoob maza aa raha tha.Main usper se khada ho gya aur usko doggy style mein kr liya.Lund ko chut pr rakha aur uske dono boob pakad kr jor jor se shot marne lga.Maza ab aur bhi jyada.