As we were eating the door opened and our neighbour conveniently walked in. He looked at us and said, "hi, you're my neighbours, aren't you?"My wife s...id, "are we? Sorry I didn't realize, nice to meet you."He was sitting on his own and my wife felt sorry for him and invited him to sit with us. He said, "It's awfully kind of you. I hate eating alone, but my wife can't trip out as she's very ill. She doesn't even recognise me anymore." My wife said, "that's so sad how do you cope?" He said, "I. Ok good nite. Manasi apne sari,peticote ,bra aur panty hath mein uthakar bed tak akar mujhe boli, ‘ plzaj mujhe chod do.Bachha ke liye nehni tou bur ko thanda kar ne ke vaste chodo mujh.Plz apki jo marji hei karo lekin meri bur ki tadap ko dur karo.’.Mein bola ‘mein janti hun teri bur ki halat jo hei tu sara raat so nehni paoge.Lekin mera lund ka bhi ohi halat hei.Nirnay le liya hei tou aj tujhe nehni chodungi.Apni bastra pahen kar ya nanga so mujh per koe asar parne wala nehni hei.Ok chup chap. She sounded like she was being tortured to death. She felt like she was being tortured to death.He set the used pepper on the table next to the bent pimp stick, then he drew the cucumber from her ass and set it beside the pepper. ?You're lucky that I don't make a cucumber and pepper salad and make you eat it,? he said.But she didn't hear him. She was lost in a sea of agony. The pepper was gone from her cunt, but its oily juice remained. Her cunt would keep on burning for a long, long time.He. Greta smiled wisely. ‘What else did you let him do?’ ‘Nothing!’ she denied, too vehemently. ‘No?’ Greta’s smile was still there, had grown bolder. ‘You’ve never let a man put his hands here?’ She trailed her fingers from Constance’s shoulder to her breast, stroking the firm swell just above the lacy frill of the chemise’s neckline. Constance gasped. ‘It’s all right,’ Greta breathed. ‘No harm done, you see? No harm done at all.’ Her fingers moved lower, barely more than a feather’s touch,.