Ritika boli – pain ho raha hai mere baby ko… wait see i m here.. I will take care of you….. Wait i m here…Fir Ritika ne apna strapon lund nika... liya r mujhe sidha leta diya.. R mere nipples pe apna lund ragdne lagi r mere lund ko touch karne lagi joki rod ki tarah tight ho gaya tha.. Main Ritika no udas nahi karna chahta tha so maine soch liya – aaj kuch bhi ho jaye Ritika jo chahegi wahi hoga… lekin Ritika ke man me kuch aur hi tha usne to tay kar rakha tha meujhe chodne ka to who kaha rukne. As I was running a brush through my hair, I heard the doorbell. I heard my boyfriend answer it and only heard another male voice. Was he giving me another double penetration? He knows how much I loved that and I haven't had one in a while. I started getting wet at the thought of it. When I came down the stairs my boyfriend was on the couch and there was a mystery man sitting on the loveseat, each with a glass of wine. There was a nice fire going in the fireplace. When they saw me they both. "I used to love having my hair brushed when I was a young girl; my mumwould sometimes sit me on her bed and would use her own brush to takeout all of the tangles, she used to complain that I was such a tomboyand at the time I was." Oh really dear?" Yes Grace I was the adventurous one in our family, my sister Stacywas the mummy's girl whilst I was always my Daddy's little girl, wewere best friends he always encouraged me to be sociable and to makefriends with the local kids." Your childhood. The other wounded Troll lasted a bit longer and also he had something to say to me. I could only shake my head even if at the back of my mind I had a feeling - or rather an inkling of a feeling - that I should have understood him. Creepy, right. Like I’d been speaking Trollish - or whatever language they used - all my life. Then, why did I still have that stupid feeling in the back of my head? At the same time as the Troll gibbered his last words, he lifted his left hand towards me, and I could.