I can only imagine how much that hurts. Yeah, I know, if Dan did that to me, I'd deserve it, but it will kill me. Ouch ... Mr. Kimble, huh? Amber's fa...her. How must her mother feel, too? This has to be devastating to her, too. Oh, Daddy, I wish that there was something that I could tell you. You've always been there for me when I've had my heart broken. You always knew what to say to me ... but now, what do I tell you? What can I tell you that would make it feel any better? Very sorry that Mom. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa antha iravai ennal vaazhkaiyil marakave mudiyaathu, en kan paarvaiyil thaan aval uranga aarambithaal. Aanal aval uranga villai, enai kama paarvaiyil paarthu konde irunthaal.Naanum thungamal avalaiye paarthu irunthen, en sunni mendum pudaika aarambithathu. Ippozhuthu thaan aasai theera manaiviyai oothu mudithen. Ithu matum en nanbanuku therinthaal avalavu thaan naan sethen, athodu engalin natpu uravu murinthu vidum. Manaivi en ennai paarthu konde irukiraai endru ketal?. “Oh, God, yes, fuck me harder.”My backside clenched and I angled my pelvis so that the friction of his crotch pressed more firmly against my most sensitive regions. There was something about the extra girth inside me which feels so different. He was also fucking me differently. I squeezed my intimate muscles with all of my might as I wanted to feel every contour, every throb, every pulse of his heartbeat through his manhood buried inside me.“Yea, fuck! You feel amazing, Ritu,” he grunted.Our. " Stuart had the bit between his teeth. "And if that weren't bad enough, now we got a reporter running around the Valley digging into the 'plight of the refugees'." Well that should be good news." Bobby lit the cigar and settled back in his chair, wreathed in a thick cloud of smoke.Stuart ignored his boss. "Her name's Penelope Penman and she's been real interested in The Reverend Lot's Hostel." Stuart slid another folder across the table. "You remember the Reverend. He was one of our better.