I musta' been about fourLike a c***d is like a flower,His head is just floating in the breeze, man.The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking b...ckIs that the souls of the ghosts of those dead indiansMaybe one or two of themWere just running around, freaking outAnd just leaped into my soul.And they're still...Indians s**ttered on dawn's highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind.blood in the streets in the town of new havenblood stains the roofs and the palm. The first man to approach me was maybe in his forties, white, with dark crew cut hair, he was slim, tall 6'+, with broad shoulders, his flaccid cock must have been 6" on the soft slapping from side to side as he approched. "Hi Gina I'm Ben" he said, I detected a Scottish accent but before I could say anything his cock was in my mouth. I then could feel hands cupping my tits I pulled Ben's cock out of my mouth and saw a young 20 something man, black, bald head, with jet black eyes, he was built. “Hmmm, are you trying to get me drunk again so you can do unspeakable things to me, Diana asked?” Mark chuckled and said, “yes.” “I appreciate the effort but you don’t have to do that.” “If you want it, just say so because I am more than ready to give it up.” He looked at her to see if she was kidding but the look in her eyes said, no joke. “Just what is it you are ready to give up?” He asked. “I want you in me,” she said as she squeezed his cock through his pants. “I am happily. Meri mom nain mujhay bulaya or kaha aao slide khatay hain main mom kay sath gaya wahan per rush bhot tha mager hamain jaga mil gayee phir mom nain kaha tum meray aagay betho to main nain mana kiya or kaha mujhay dar lagta hay Phir mom nain kaha chalo peechay beth jao Main nain kaha theek hay or main apni mom kay peechay tangon say pakar kar beth gaya. Os wakt mujhay kuch ajeeb sa laga main apni mom say bilkul chupak kar betha tha. Mujhay maza aanay laga Aaj say pehlay main nain apni mom kay.