Sarah had to write constantly. She could not stop. She kept a book and pen with her at all times and wrote all the time, copying conversations word-fo...-word and scribbling down every last thought that entered her head. Sometimes she would draw arcane symbols and diagrams that never made any sense to anyone, even Willow, but the notebook was her lifeline. Without it, she would still write, but just write in the air, without even thinking about it or noticing it. Normally this would not be a. 1 din raat ko meri behan pata nahi bahir kya lene gai fridge se 15 min ho gaye wo aai nahi to me ne dekha k papa k room ka door close hai aur wo kan laga k kuch sun rahi hai mai bahir gaya to wo thora sa dar gai aur ander aa gai me ne kaha k me store se blanket le aao me ne bhi suna to room se mama ki sex ki awazain aa rahi thi k bus karain dard ho raha hai ahhhhh plzzzzz 2 hours ho gaye ab dard hone lag gaya hai me 1 dum josh me aa gaya aur dick khara ho gia me ne socha k (aliya)sister name wo. That meant that I didn’t have to feel her through the fabric. I gently rolled her off me and, stepping out of my trousers, I picked her up under the shoulders and knees and she put her arms round my neck and her face up towards me. I kissed her and she responded with a quick flick of her tongue. She wanted more, and so did I. I carried her upstairs and into the first room I could see that had a bed. More by luck than judgement it was her room, with a king-sized bed, not made up from the. In fact, Laura had agreed to all the bets, including the ones that had gotten her in this debt in the first place. Laura was the one who couldn't control her cunt at work, or in public, and kept humiliating herself. Laura had chosen to rape her girlfriend all by herself, and Laura may have been required to give demeaning answers but no one had made her give her brother a handjob or beg to leave his cum on her tits. This was all her. She was the disgusting slut. She was the cockteasing dyke.