M-ohh ahh babu jee apka land b to meri chut aur gand m moot raha hai mujhe garam kar raha hai kutte waise hi tera beta meri pyas nahi bujhata aur baap...hai ki chut m mut raha hai tabhi sasur jee ne apni ek ungli meri gand m dal di ohh babu jee ye kya kar rahe ho apni bahu ki gand m ungali pel rahe ho ab kya wahan se mera halwa nikaloge kya sas-hayee kutiya teri gand ka halwa khane mile to kya baat hai ohh kaise ungali ghuswa rahi hai aur land peUchak rahi hai aur land ko apni chut ke pani se. I wonder what the occasion is?" Deb had a sparkle in her eye that belied the disingenuousness of her tone."Merely a meal with a friend, Ma'am. A warm and dear friend, to be certain." Jack was not above flirtatiousness himself, she saw. With a smile he offered her an arm, and they walked arm-in-arm down the path to his car.The drive to the restaurant was quick, and filled with inconsequential subjects. If Jack were nervous, he didn't show it, Deb saw. Fortunately, there were few topical subjects. After spreading her legs slightly she sits and watches numbly as clumps of pubic hair fall into the toilet bowl."I don't know why you would want this thing anyway." Alex says as it gleefully directs her hand to reduce her luxuriant bush to stubble, "It's not like the carpet matches the drapes." Where do you keep your razor at, dear?" Alex asks before noting, "This will get itchy if we don't finish the job."A half hour later, Amanda, now dressed in a denim skirt and blouse, is sitting at the. “Yeah, you can think that. You can even believe it, sometimes. You wouldn’t have took off if you didn’t think that you were gonna get blamed for what happened at the Cat.” He shrugged, a little irritated at first, until he took a closer look at her. Her expression was distant – bitter. She was venting. “So, what’s your story.” “Mom was a whore. I was nine when one of them killed her – busted her head open for the coppers he’d paid her.” She let out a snorting chuckle. “Thief with a lame leg.