Apni didi ke saath chudai kar raha hai andhere ka phaayada utha kar.”“ Nahin didi aapki kasam…..” Vicki buri tarah ghabraya hua tha.“ Bakwaa... mut kar. Main sub samjhti hun. Ye kya kiya tune ?” Main apni taangen khoob chauri karke uske lund ko dabaati hui boli. Pahli baar usne neeche ki or dekha. Abhi tak to uski nazaren meri choochion par lagi hui thi. Meri phaili hui taangon ke beech ke ghane jungle mein apna lund meri choot mein phansa hua dekh kar aur bhi ghabra gaya aur lund ko baahar. He had peeked in through the door, barely cracking it open, and even through that tiny opening he could hear her labored snoring.Drunken fat sow, he mumbled to himself, easing the door closed again. He had returned to his chair and motioned for his chief of staff, Jonas Barnes, to speak."Mr. President," Barnes began..."JB, call me Albert when we're alone like this," Stinson waved dismissively. "After all, we've been through a lot together, and I'm pretty sure we've got a whole lot ahead of us. We used to talk a lot and whenever we come face to face she use to stare so hardly that I used feel shy looking at her or into her eyes, But she never use to stop staring at me.We also started to meet in nights after all our family members have fallen asleep. There was only a wall which use to separate our houses, so we use hold our hands, kiss the hands initially and after some days we started kissing on cheeks and lips. Both of us dared to meet beyond the wall. I used to go to her home daily. Now to relate the tale, and tale it indeed is, not fictional, believe me I have the actual wound to prove it was a battle of wills and led to some small degree of physical conflict. Violence is almost too strong a word, but this is no work of fiction, this is beyond the imagination of even the great writers of our time. This is completely true and, as I have seen on movies and TV shows, and even the news this week, a warning needs to be given. The following contains scenes of violence, partial.