It was fascinating re-reading through all the old notes I'd made, old concepts long forgotten. But this wasn't helping. My clock says 3:02am. I'm not ...ored.I need to sleep. Maybe I can exhaust myself. My thoughts turn to the new object in my bedside drawers. It only arrived last week and it's made quite an impression. And there was that video I watched only last night, with that rigging. It loked so hot. No time like the present, huh?Out it comes, trailed by a long cable. I study it for a. Now come to story.Jesa ke mene apko btaya ki mene apni aunty ko choda tha. Fir hm milne lage jb bhi moka milta hm chudayi krte or pura mja lete ek dusre ka. Aisa krte krte kuch mhine nikal gaye. Ek din aunty mujhse phone pr baat kr rahi thi mene unse kha ki mujhe apki siskariya sun ni hai jese wo chudte time nikalti hai. Pehle wo mna krne lagi kehne lagi milkr chahe jo mrji krlena pr abhi ni. Pr mene unhe mna liya or wo wesi hi siskariya nikalne lagi. Aaaaahaahaha uuuuuuffffffff mmmmmmmmmm.. No, not even. He crushed those that crossed him. And the more he stalked, the angrier he was getting. Rather than try and draw him away, I decided a better course might be to get more information to focus him. I walked over to one of the uniformed policemen blocking off the street. His unfocused gaze of the whole crowd sharpened as I approached him. ‘Excuse me, officer, but my…’ Christ, I’d almost said ‘boyfriend.’ I picked up after the hitch in my thoughts, ‘friend over there is the artist. Happy New Year,” grinned Chris’s handsome face, pointed directly at the camera, his head right next to Jill’s as he stood behind her, his hands cupping her big breasts through the sheer fabric of the blouse. Jill’s eyes screwed tightly shut, this and her breathing leaving me in no doubt as to how much she was enjoying the firm squeezes and mauling her boyfriend was giving her big boobs.“Happy New Year, Dave. And thanks for the late Christmas present,” he teased, his hand gesturing top to bottom.