It was so long ago, like the words in her song. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still want you here with me. And all my heart can say, yes still t... this day, is please don't go.But if you can't be here with me, at least I have the memories of you to help get me through the day. Those memories are so much more than what the word implies. I know memories can hurt you, I know the sweetness of them can still make you cry. But what I feel for you, yes still to this day, is so vivid and real.I. . and that... and that."Tammy started murmuring to him as their eyes locked together, letting the soaring desire register to each other. "Rape me you big stud. Fill my tiny little pussy, use me, oh god, oh god. Fuck, fuck, fuck." She felt Madge licking and sucking at her ear as a hand continued kneading her titties, pinching the nipples firmly but pleasantly, pushing on the flesh. The feelings his huge prick was generating were even better than she remembered, the water both lubricating and. My wife is not a big drinker but tonight was different, and i watched as she had a very private conversation with Dianne - giggling and drinking the whole timeDianne left the table and motioned to me i should follow her - which i did and she told me that Pauline had told her that she had a fanytasy of going to a adult cinema - so why didnt we all go to the one we had been to. I thought why not - as i would love to see Pauline's reaction there - so we headed off and before long we were entering. Coming back to the story, it was the third day that mom had gone to the man I was with her, he was Mr.Shekhar, a guy of mid fifties, dark in complexion bald and a pot belly, he had a very bad glance, I overheard this when mom was saying this to Rina aunty. Mom waited for half an hour, Rina aunty was there with her, Mr.Shekhar came and was ogling at mom, she felt a bit uncomfortable but ignored.Then mom started to tell him about our problem and suddenly he said “apko help karke nera kya fyada?”.