He continued to push down on her lap until her feet could touch the bed again.He stepped back and admired his handy work; a girl completely impaled on...a bed post. He ran his hands up and down her legs and poked at her belly where the glass bottle and the wooden post were bulging outward. She whimpered but tried to hold as still as possible.He fingered her cunt for a while, trying to get her excited. She just kept breathing heavily and trying not to move around too much to prevent either. Let’s talk of happier things. I enjoyed my dinner with Gina Renaud. Afterwards we went into the living room and watched a classic Haitian movie, I Love You Anne. She had a ton of Haitian DVDs. From classic Haitian action flicks like Le Cap A La Une to horror movies like Le Fils Du Diable. Hot damn. Gina and I watched the movie I Love You Anne. It was a really cool flick starring Nice Simon, Haiti’s top actress. Between her and Haitian box office superstar Dolores Jeremie, I can’t decide who I. She'd been on pins and needles every day since, waiting for that moment to arrive. It hadn't. And now... if he never regained his memory - would it be so awful? At least they could start over without any emotional baggage to drag them down.It could work, she'd reasoned in desperation. Being a teacher, she had the summer off, although she usually worked part-time at a retail store to help make ends meet. Sarah had figured her budget so she would be able to not work at all, giving her the time. Aunty: jo kuch hua abhi, kabhi galti se v is kamre se bahar nai jana chahiyeMe: off course aunty, I promiseAunty: good boy, kya dekh raha hMe: aap bht sunder ho auntyAunty: acha, ye hone k bad tujhe sunder lagiMe: nahi aunty wo to pehle din se lagte ho, but itna direct complement dene me dar lagta thaAunty: acha ye baat haiAnd we were discussing about our session how it feel, and aunty asked meAunty: sam,Me: han auntyAunty: dudu piyega meraOh that was another 3 magical words for me. Iske samne.