She then sat on and started talking. She asked me what i like then i said i m a good poet and she ask me for poetry then i said i just write dirty poe...s then she said in the night dirty poems are good. I just sucked by that innocent girls dirty wish then i said these poems…Kya bataun main bus mein collage ja rahi thi Bahot crowd tha aur ek ladki mere pas aa rahi thiGirneka bahana karke wo apne boobs se mera dabaiFir najdik aake wo apna haath mere jeans mein samayiAise lagi masalne chut ko ki. Some things are clear and some are hazy, so the tale I tell will be partly fact and partly fiction. I can't remember it well enough to claim otherwise, but I hope you'll enjoy it just the same. It's the story of giving my wife permission to pursue her lusts outside the confines of a conventional marriage... That first year together was tough. We moved a bunch. We lived together in three different apartments in two different states and all of that was because of my job. I assured Cindy it would. "I could see her eyelids drooping, she wasn't just tired, she was exhausted. All the tensions, all the stress of being a convicted murderer had come out now that she was free, there was no parole to worry about, no licence, no probation officers entitled to knock on the door, her sentence had been four years and she'd served four years,"Mum." Yes, darling?" Go to bed."She went and when I looked in ten minutes later, she was snoring like her life depended on it.I dozed for a while myself, then. ”“You’re lying!” Emma said in a hostile voice.“Why would I bother lying to you?” Hailey asked in a harsh tone. “I don’t know you and I really don’t like you very much. I wouldn’t waste my time lying to you.”Hailey’s response caught Emma off guard. She had been nice from the moment she sat down but now Hailey had pretty much told her off.“You were arrested?” Emma asked when she got her balance back.“It was worse than that,” Hailey said, glancing around. “Come on inside with me. I have a brand.