Ruth kar bhabhi jane lagi bhabhi ruko nahi mai jaa rahi hu ruko bahbhi haath pakad ke land ko pakada diya vo buri tarh sharma gayi jorse dabao to zatk... marti hui land ko alag karti hui vaps aake chay banane lagi ab aise phise kiya to bhabhi ke muh par hath rakh diya chay ban gayi mene bhabhi ko dhire dhire sahalane laga jaise mauka mila mene apne bahome dabocha aur jism ko chumane laga vo bhi ha na ha na karne lagi mene chut ko dabay aur teji se ungle chut me daal di hole hole andar bahar karne. Jennifer awoke to the roughfucking but instead of struggling, she began to fuckhim back to the beat of the African jungle rhythm.Chris watched in awe as his lovely wife’s armsencircled Jefferson’s broad black back. Her redfingertips were digging into his muscular shouldersleaving purplish welts in their wake. Jennifer’s legscame up to enclose his firm hips. Chris could see thathis wife was trying to pull the Negro even deeper intoher already stretched womb. The blonde. I do remember discussions about clothing and about my hair because they had a similar theme and a familiar pattern."You need a haircut." It's not bad. I can go for a few more weeks." We have a party this weekend." And?" You need to look good. Don't you get this yet? How you look reflects on me. If I let you go out looking unkempt it says something about how I manage my relationship, about who I chose to marry, about who I am."And there I am at a decision point. I'm going to get my hair cut at. ’ I went into the kitchen and took out some leftover fish that I made last night. I cooked some rice to go along with it. ‘I read that you can eat anything a normal person eats, I just need to teach you table manners.’ Viktor sat at the table and touched the food I placed in front of him with his fingers. ‘No, Viktor,’ I took his hand and showed him how to hold the fork and knife. ‘You cut the fish like this, and you use the fork to pick it up, not your hand. Got it?’ He tried it again.