The hallway was a different matter. It was really dark and I had to put my hand on one wall to guide my way down it. As I went down it slowly I could ...ear some sort of sound, but I couldn’t make out what it was. As I got near Derek’s room, I could tell the sound was coming from there. I thought maybe he’d gone to sleep with the television on, but there weren’t voices. I don’t think I can describe the sound I was hearing. For one thing, I wasn’t really thinking what it sounded like, just that I. .Mat kar..Khol ke bol..Hum dono k alawa koi nahin hai yaar… Nisha-yaar…Tum dono room mein the.Tum ko raj ne god mein bithaya fir wo tere boob chusne laga.Nipple khane laga.Fir lip kiss bhi kar raha tha.Tum ne kuchh der chusa kar chut mrwane lagi.Bed par let kar karwane lagi….Fir raj ne doggy style mein kar pichhe se lund daala…Yaar raj jor jor se shot marne laga.Har shot par tum aage khisak rahi thi.Usne fir boob pakad kar chodne laga.Uska yaar bahut bada ho gaya.Mujhe to dekh kar hi maza aa. He smiled as he recalled the pretty redhead who seemed to wear too much makeup. Her body gave men, including himself, erections. He’d love to fuck her but his wife Lois wouldn’t look too kindly upon it. So he just would arrest her and have her charged with murder. He didn’t realize that political decisions far from any powers he had were making the wheels of justice grind to a halt. Planned changes were in the works as he sat at his desk enjoying his coffee. He believed he had the world, at. "I'm so sorry, I can't do anything right!"Katherine looked at her mother's face. "Look up, Mom. Look me in the eyes. It's okay. I forgive you. I suppose it's only fair for all the times I fucked him behind your back."Susan looked up tentatively. "Really?" Well ... Maybe. I have to admit that if I were in your shoes, I probably would have done the same thing. You and I are alike in so many ways. We're his personal fuck toys. Serving his cock is what we're best at, and what we feel the most.