V ki awaz k bawajood un ki kissing ki awaz aa rhe the. Papa mummy ki choot ko chaat rhy thy . woh mummy ki gand k sorakh sy lay kr choot k ooper walay...hissa tak lami lami zuban phair rhy thy. Koi 15 min baad papa ruk gaye. Mummy ny papa ka hath pakar kr apni choot per rakha woh shayed un ko btana chahti the k finger dalo. Papa apnay hath ki do fingers sy mummy ki chudai krny laga . pehlay woh ahista ahista ander baher kr rhy thy . Phir woh zor zor sy krnay laga . Mummy ka face red ho chuka tha. I know all the terms.” Julie gazed up at Natasha who lay on her back, supporting her weight on her elbows. “You like fingers in the box?” “I like a bit of fisting, but not just now. I’m not lubed enough.” “Pity,” said Julie, who nonetheless squeezed in a third finger to add to the two already inside Natasha. “I give good wrist. Nice and thin, see!” “Very nice.” “You don’t shave, but you’ve got a nice trim beaver. Reminds me of the first few I knew. No thatch to hide the golden valley. A few. That's all they need to know." I think some of them find that hard to believe given the Yaru's unwillingness to share their knowledge. It strikes them as a lack of faith." And it doesn't strike those same guardians as hypocritical to complain of a lack of faith when they are so boldly showing a lack of trust?" Well it strikes some of us that way, but the seeds of doubt have been sown. I doubt that any would seek to act against you though." They do not have the means to act against me, unless. The whole place smelled like wood and the spectre of plastic bags. ‘What is ‘Homicide?” she said. ‘Not you, Mom. That would be matricide… Kidding!’ In the kitchen, she was pouring herself a refill on her wine (‘I know murder isn’t funny, Mom…’) when she heard a noise coming from outside. She shot a look at the back door. ‘Wait, Mom,’ she said. ‘Hold on a sec.’ Abby heard her mother’s voice as she put the phone down and walked away. She stopped at the door and listened. She tapped the knob.