Maine socha bachha h chlo time pass hi kr leta hu msg kr k, kuch din aise hi chlte rha wo bar bar bolta tha k meri maa ko chodo n plz, to maine pucha ...eri maa ki kya age h to usne btaya 44 h, to maine uski maa ko msg me choda fir maine msg kiya ki kash. Bunty teri chut aur dudh hote itna chodta itna chosta teko ki pgl ho jata tu bhi.Uska rply aya ki ek baat btau bharso kroge. Maine kha bolo to wo bola ki mai ek aurat hu aur meri age 44 h, mai to jaise pgl hi ho gya mjhe doubt to ho gya tha phle. ”—Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-FiveFUCK!I came out of my coma with a gasp that nearly ripped my throat out. Beeps and alarms rang and people started skittering about like cockroaches when the kitchen light comes on. Everything hurt. I should have asked for an inventory of my injuries. I get that I stepped out in front of a bus, but why did my eyes and fingernails hurt?It was hard to tune in what people were saying. Somebody was waving fingers in front of my face and asking how many I could. "My dad was pleased with us, "Thank you, for loving her name." First my dad turned to me, "Ben, today we're the chefs, so let's go to the kitchen." Then to the girls, "Girls, go back to your studies."Natalia went back to the nursery with Valerie in her arms, and Kate with Becky to study again. We started to cook something from frozen materials. Because we used the microwave frequently, we did not usually have ordinary festive meals. Natalia got some extra food to maintain her lactation. Dad. No sooner had the blissful exclamation left my lips that my lover jerked forward. Another cry filled the air as the toy slithered into me. Deeper and deeper it travelled until every inch was inside me.Then the fucking began. The sensual, delicate Barbie from before was gone. In her place now stood a ravenous, sex-hungry beast. She pounded me savagely, forcing a moan past my lips each time the toy slid into me. But that wasn’t enough for this starving nymphomaniac. She transferred the strapon to.