While I’m at it, I think from now on I’m going to thank all my friends out there, who write to me and encourage me to continue writing and posting...these demented ravings of mine. Your emails are greatly appreciated. Whilst, there some sex in a couple of the chapters, this is not a stroke story. So if you were looking for one of those kind-of tales, I would suggest you’d be better served looking elsewhere. Clarification: Casualty = the emergency room. Special constables = Part-time police. But they were all so boring.Suddenly, I couldn't take this crummy joint and all the phony studs out to score, strutting their muscles and money for the girls on the meat rack. The hell with it -- i was going home and use my vibrator.She was leaving. Alone. None of the guys were good enough for the stuck-up cunt, it seemed. Huh. Someone ought to teach her a lesson.Without consciously deciding, he set down his beer, shoved a ten across the stick, and began working his way through the crowd toward. ” Keith looked at Malcolm. “Shall I?” Looking down at Keith’s erection and then his own, Malcolm said, “Go on.” As Malcolm stood up, Keith cupped his partner’s scrotum, taking hold of the shaft with his other hand and gently retracting his foreskin. Noticing the glistening glans, Keith licked the end, twirling his tongue around before engulfing the helmet and licking the underside. Slow-ly, he advanced his lips down the shaft, feeling good when he heard Malcolm moan with pleasure.. Hearing this, I didn’t open my eyes as I found something suspicious. The following conversation happened after this:Dad: dubara check karo ( please check again)Mom: karti hun ( wait I’ll check)Mom started shaking me with a great to force to check and by calling me with my name amitt amiit ammitt. I didn’t respond this time either. After this, dad, with a happy tone, said chaloo karte hein ( let us do it)Mom jumped from above me and pushed me a little bit to end.Now they both were close to each.