Both arms were in casts, and propped up in what I now call the mummy stance.The nurse was still looking to get an answer from me, so I said the only p...rson I had left. "My mother."The next little while was a blur, as my mother, who was already there, filled out all the necessary paperwork and drove me to my childhood home. I found out that my bike had been completely wrecked, and it was a miracle I had even survived. She talked about how we were going to sue the crap out of the lady that did. Mera hath uske pith pe gaya . Wo apni gaand mere upar ragad rahi thi.Mene uska kurta halke se uthaya . And uske nagnge pith pe hath ghumane laga . Uska pet mere pet se fel horha tha . Me uske neck pe kiss kiye ja rha tha . Uske kaan pr bite kr rha tha . Uske balon ko pakadke use pura chum raha tha . Uske shoulders ko nanga krke jeebh ghuma raha tha . Wo bas mujhe pkdke apni gaand rub kr rhi thi .Fir maine use niche lita diya and me uske upar chadh gaya . Uska kurta uthake . Uske bra k uprse. Otherwise they were like twins, each guarding one post, each leaning back against a post, arms tied behind their backs, bodies secured to the post. He could leave them there forever. So pretty to took at. Cut one loose whenever he needed a fuck, then re-tie her until he was horny again. If they gave him any smart city back-talk, he had plenty of leather straps around to shut them up.He sipped his beer, studying the girls. He was aware of his hand slipping the foreskin up and down over the. Sharp point.Note to self; no more hallway blowjobs unless he gets a thick throw rug for me to kneel on! Looking up at him. Letting go of his thighs and letting the bun of my hair down. Bunching it up in pigtails with my hands. I want him to react to the "Daddy;s little girl" look as I slip his cock past my tongue and down my throat. He does. By bouncing his sack off my chin extra hard a couple times, and groaning.gag, cough Try not to throw up Sarah, you’re doing fine. Fuck, he’s got a fat tip.