Milky white skin clad in black clothes.. with gothic makeup and a thick plump body, wide hips...round pronounced ass ..and from the bras i had to buy ...er she was a size 38DD. She wore glasses and had jet black hair just like her mom...but inherited my green eyes. we were very open with each other both physically and emotionally...often just strolling around in the house in our underwear unless we had visitors... and talked about everything, i even got her on birth control as soon as she had her. " And you?" Apparently I had to get fed up with a boy in a man's body who never progressed past the mental age of thirteen and I had to see that for myself. And then God had to kill my car to make sure that I found you." You are crazy," I said.She flopped halfway atop me and her lips met mine, laughing. After the kiss, at close range, she spoke. "Is crazy a deal-breaker?" I think I could like 'crazy'," I replied, tugging her against me for a languorous hug. She slid a bit further atop me. I. Subah 9 baje sab log shaadi ke liye chale gaye. Ghar me sirf mai aur bua rah gaye the. Mai utha to bua nashta bana rahi thi mera lund to yahi soch kar khada ho gaya ki hum ghar me akele hai. Par meri himmat pahel karne ki nahi ho rahi thi. Mai nahane chala gaya naha ke aaya to bua ne mujhe nasta diya aur khud nahane chali gayi.Mai nashta kar raha tha tab hi bathroom se aawaj aayi “farhan towel de do mai turant uth ke towel dene gaya. Unhone thoda sa darwaja khol kar hath aage badha kar towel. .. thump... thump... thump... thump... thump... Livia’s wails continued, heard all around the hold. Heard and ignored. The speed of thrusting became more frenzied. The slave was now just snorting and whinnying with pleasure. He was peaking... and Livia thanked the Gods it was nearly over. Livia felt the eruption come. Spurting... spurting... spurting... spurting... Filling her with his revolting seed. She was literally sick. Choking on it. The clanking of the chains ceased as the slave slumped.