She even worried that I wasn’t ready to make the choice to be hers so soon after she had come to my rescue.I wondered what she might have come up wi...h if she’d had the time for it. Poetry? I could never express myself with such elegance, but I could at least be sincere. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me, how strongly I desired her, and how grateful I was to her. I’d also started trying to come to terms with the thought of being hers the way she wanted me to: her toy, her possession,. Ye silsila shuru hua jab hamare ghar mehmaan aaye the.Meri bua aur unke pati.Papa uss waqt ghar pr nhi the.Bua aur uncle ne bhot saree baate ki khana khane ke liye jab baithe to mummy parosne lagi.Jab mummy jhuki to unko pallu thoda side me aa gaya.Jesa ko me uncle ko jaanta hu wo ek kind person the unke dil me koi buri baat nahi thi.Jab unhone mummy ki or dekha to mummy ka blouse thoda fata hua tha jisme se andar ki bra bhi dikh rhi thi.Jab uncle aur mummy ki najre mili.Mummy ki aankho me. Wir alle haben doch Bedürfnisse."Jetzt war ich noch überraschter als zuvor."Weisst du was ich für Bedürfnisse habe?" Fragte sie mich."Nein" stammelte ich.Sie machte eine Kopfbewegung richtung Fernseher, wo sich die Darstellerin gerade das warme Sperma im Gesicht und auf den Brüsten verteilte."Ich möchte auch mal so Etwas erleben und Sperma auf meinem Körper spüren. Wäre es zuviel verlangt wenn ich die Situation ausnutze?"Ich war von Minute zu Minute überraschter, wusste jedoch nicht worauf sie. "Yeah, s'pose so," he said - both of them almost shouting since the music was so loud. Loud: that was a word Luke didn't like - made it sound crap. Intense. That was a better word. The music was intense, so any communication had to be at the top of their voices. "Not filling up too fast," he said to her, swallowing because of the incredible way she was looking that night - tight, skimpy clothes, perfect make-up - Deaken was such a lucky man."It won't really start filling until at least ten,".