Bzar main papa aur main atchi si panty bra aur kuch salwar aur sari kharidi…karib 7.30 pm ho suke thi rasta bahut andhera tha…raste main do char l...g the tabhi papa ne mere gand so sehlate huye hakaPapa- bati chal raste main ek bar chod deta hon….Main has ke boli kya papa…apni bati ko raste pe chodoge….par kaha….Papa- chal thora age maja ayega….thori dor ek tuna makan hai uske andar….mera lund kahar ho gaya hai…..Main- han papa mujah bhi chod ne ka dil kar raha hai…..chalo mari chut ki pyas. We found it!”Betty continued examining the strange craft, searching for an entrance. “You speak with an odd accent. Where’d you pick it up?”“Alas, I only encounter humans every few decades. Most of my English was learned during the 1920s, so I maintain some of each generation’s phrasings.”“They’re on their way,” Xi announced, returning with Ivan and Zita.“Can you open your door?” Betty asked.“Assuredly,” it answered as the side before her simply drew back on itself with no visible seams.“Come. That was until you needed back up in the field. His nickname was the Tasmanian devil. He was fucking fearless, dependable, and just too good at his job. It cost him his life. John absently scratched the side of his face, ignoring the long ugly scar. He felt the stiff paper in his pocket. He knew ever word on it. He just didn’t know why the hell he listened to his dead friend and was on this damned, hot, overcrowded, bus headed to the middle of nowhere Oklahoma. ‘John, if I don’t make it back I. “Oh, Rahul!”With that, I let loose, shooting a thick stream into her as I kept pumping. Another, then another shot filled her as my breathing became short, then gasping for air I slumped into her.I held tight as she kissed my neck, whispering encouragement and appreciation. When I finally withdrew, I saw her looking between her legs at the trimmed triangle. She held the lips apart as my cum oozed from her and she dabbed a finger in and tasted it, smiling. Then she offered the finger to me and I.