If only I had insisted on driving her, I kept torturing myself with the thought that with my experience I could have avoided the wreck.The other drive... was dead, and she almost was.They had told me that the surgery would take at least six hours, possibly as many as eight, so I knew I had a long time to wait. God, I felt so USELESS!While waiting, I started thinking back.Now -- since she was a “grown-up,” -- she usually called me Jack. That is how most people know me, even though it wasn’t. Not bad, I guess. Probing his jock hole with my tongue, I worked up a lot of spit to make him sloppy. I loved a sloppy hole, whether it was before or after. Digging into the depths of his canal, I went as deep as I could, him moaning the whole time. Basically doing a slow fuck of his hole with my tongue, Cole was now moaning and wiggling around like it was his first time. I moved up to face him, and straight from his hole to his mouth, ran my tongue in a far as I could go. Now tongue fucking. Mai kamre ke andar aayi aur boli “Meri salwar tight ho gayi hai,khul nahi rahi hai..tu khol dega plz??” ek minute ke liye to wo shock ho gaya Fir dhire se bola”thik hai” fir wo bed pe baith gaya aur mai uske saamne khadi ho gayi.maine apna kurta upar utha li jisse mera pet aur kamar dekh sakta tha.mai ab use observe karne lagi.uske hath halke halke kaanp rahe the.aur pant me bhi tent ban gaya tha.Ab wo meri salwar ki gaanth kholne laga.par maine ganth ko bahot tight baandhi thi.girish khol. No, it was not the gods. It was a young lad, and a girl, pulling him by his arms, through an open door. Across a stone floor, past a table and chairs, and up to an open hearth. A roaring fireplace was now all he could see.Lord Ragan could feel the heat slowly starting to warm his frozen bones. He turned his head on the floor to see Simmons was also laid out on the floor in front of the fire. Good, they had found him too. And with that final thought, Lord Ragan passed out.After a long, long deep.