Riya na mujhsa kaha ki mona ko ladka ekdum pasand nahi ha vo ladko ko apna kutta samajhti ha ussa boys parDominate karna bahut accha lagta ha aur ussa...iiss waqt ek accha lund ki jarurat ha jo uski chut ki aag bujha saka ma ya sab sunka bahut dar gaya tha tabhi riya mera pas ayi aur boliRiya- darling aisa daro mat hum tumha marna nahi wala bas hum teeno khub enjoy karenga hum dono ko hi tumhara lund ki bahut jarurat haMe- haan riya vo toh thik ha magar ma kisika slave nahi banungaMona- vo toh. Two boys had been chastised while we were there but we didn't consider the punishment excessive considering the country that we were in. It was no more than children received in England thirty years previously. I tried to think of anything we could have done wrong but nothing came to mind."Colonel Nubaro has received a complaint from your editor about the last few articles you've written and he reprimanded me because I approved them. They were considered, in Ted's words, to be too 'vanilla'. I was so horny - I doubt I'll ever be hornier again. Remember, this was the first time I had ever touched a single part of a girl's body, so my mind was going insane at the idea of me losing my virginity to a sexy woman at the time of my very first kiss. My hands were still firmly on her soft, drooping night gown - a juxtaposition of sorts - and she just let me lick her wet hole for what seemed like an eternity. My face was being tickled by the luxurious cotton of her cute, thick dressing gown. I wish they all were here with cameras to photograph me, pose me,blind me with their flash bulbs and then overtake me all together,no less than 100 fingers all over my body.I wish their hands were prying open my labia to get close in for a photograph, the cold smooth lense ring touching my thigh and lips.I wish they were doing things to me to photograph and expose.Inside my drawer,there is a scrap book of notes, letters,magazine articles, drawings, and little mementos.I want to place each.