Mere pati to yeh sab dekhkar jaise pagal hi ho gaye, unhone mujhe turant apni bahon me bhar liya, aur kaha jaan mai shayad is duniya ka sabse khushkis...at pati hu jo mujhe tum jaisi patni mili, phir wo mere sar se lekar har jagah mujhe chumne lage, mai bhi unke chehre aur gardan ko har jagah chumne lagi, meri aadhi se jyada lipstick to unke face par hi khatm ho gayi, uske baad unhone mere lipstick se bhare hue lal hotho par apne honth rakh diye, aur hum kafi der tak french kiss karte rahe,Phir. She would then wrap the blanket around her in such a way so that it would pass between her young legs and she could press it tight against her womanhood by holding it with her feet. She would grind herself into the blanket with such a frenzy, in time to the jungle like rhythms of the music, that the blanket would be soaked with the juices of this barely adolescent young girl.These encounters went on for years, each time with the same ending. She would always grind herself against the blanket. ‘I have a difficult daughter myself, so I can sympathize.’ ‘Well, hopefully we can help each other tonight then. I am hoping that Remy will take an interest in one of your daughters this evening. It would be lovely to have something to unite our settlements other than friendship, don’t you think?’ Suzanne asked with a conspiratorial smile. ‘I couldn’t agree more,’ Beatrice said as she clasped Suzanne’s hand in her own, before Suzanne moved away from her mother in Miranda’s direction. How. I loved sticky bombs.I stood, pivoted, and jammed my knife through its eye, punching into the monster’s brain. It stiffened. Its tail thrashed a final time, then it fell limp.“I am the best,” I chortled as I tried to wrench my knife out.But it was stuck.“Vedr’s queef,” I groaned as I tugged again. “Don’t be stuck. You’re ruining the moment. Stupid knife.”AngelaMy armor groaned and rattled as I came swimming back to consciousness, propelled by the blessing of Gewin sunk into my skin. Chaun sung.