Samir ab mast ho gaya tha our pura luund mere muhme aandar bahar kar raha tha. Kuch der baad uska speed bad gaya our mai samaj gaya wo pani chodnewala...hai. Ab samir kisi pagal ki taraha lunnd hila raha tha phir usne juiceki jorki pickari mere muh me chod di mera muh pura bhar gaya our bhar aane laga. Mai pahilibaar male juice pee raha tha. Uska solty teast muze bahot acha laga. Ek ke baad ek pichkari ke baad samir chair par gir pada. Kuch der baad maine pucha kou samir ab kya irada hai? Ab to. Defense experts, neurologists, psychologists and psychiatrists, could find no medical or mental disorder to hang a case on. Dante was convicted of course. But a week or so away from the house he no longer suffered from headaches. A fog, if you will, had lifted and with true comprehension of what he had done his fragile mind shattered beyond recovery. Dante now quietly spends his days in his room at a state mental hospital, the place where he will, quite likely, die. And so, dear reader, that. ”“But you’re confident you’ll win.”“I am, but if this gets in front of a jury, it’s not a sure thing. The odds are strongly in our favor, but juries do random things, according to every lawyer I’ve ever spoken to.”“Obviously you have a strategy.”I nodded, “Obviously.”“Not going to give me a peek at the hole cards?”I chuckled, “That’s about as likely here as it is at the Hold ‘Em table!”“I might have a chance of beating you or Terry then!”“Might,” I grinned.“I don’t say this kind of thing very. MmmmmmmI can’t resist and I take you all in my mouth while you place your hands on my head. I move my head back n forth slowly moving my hands onto your shaft and balls while I gag on your cock over and over. You gently pull my hair. Mmmmmm baby fuck me. I start going faster and faster. I look up at you while my mouth is full of cock, I want to taste you. I want you to cum in my mouth. Yes baby. You explode. I swallow every ounce. Damn baby. Fuck me!!! Your knees start to buckle and shake. Yes.