5 mota ap sbi se aj ek aur story share karne ja raha hu me ye bat garmio ki chutti ki hai me apni bua k ghar gaya hua tha un dino kuch karne Ko tha na... to mood fresh karne mai apni bua ke chala gaya vo delhi me rehti hai aur mai vaha bohot khelta tha kyuki unke bache bohot chote hai to vo khele bina mante nai hai vaha unke ghar ke sath vale ghar me ek parivaar rehta hai vaha ek ladki bhi rehti hai jo ki anpad bhi hai par jab b aksar me Chat pe jata tha sham ko to vo aksar chat pe ati thi kbi. His jet-black hair was short and spiked up, and his deep blue eyes, mixed with anger and confusion locked onto the woman in front of him. He wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans, both items hugging his sexy body. Carly’s slim twenty-three year old body shook, as he approached, once again not out of fear, but excitement. Her shoulder length red hair hung freely in curls, green eyes tried to show playfulness to her slightly angry counterpart. Her b-cup breats rose and fell in her white tank. She would take out her digital camera and squat above the nearest round bone she could find. Peering between her smooth, rounded thighs she would moan at the deteriorated condition of the taut leathered skin that the candlelight displayed for her. How, with each visitation, the leathery covering would slowly reveal more of the white headbone beneath. She would have wanted to touch, to caress more but she dared not to for fear of him deteriorating too rapidly. The camera flash lit the inside of. " He lifts my chin and his blue eyes stare right into me. "Yes,good looking, maybe a bit hard and cold, but your customers probablywon't mind. Maybe they get off on that. However, hard or not, I reckonsome of my acquaintances or colleagues will be able to get twenty or soyears use out of you. It will be quite like old times for you."I am horrified as I now know what he means. I had struggled to get outof that life and with my health intact but now I am going to bereturned to it. I give a small.