With several girls over the years, Matt had tried to hook his boys up with some action. It wasn’t so much the idea of watching that that got him off... it was more the concept that he’d be the one controlling the situation. That he’d be generously offering to them this gift, this thing he owned, and that they would hold him in reverence as a result. It had never worked though, and it had often led to ugliness. Most girls didn’t react kindly to being so bluntly objectified, and the ones who. My intention was to have a laugh or two.. Browsing randomly through the list of people online, I happened on the name ARIEL.And that was the beginning…sounds, insignificant doesn’t it but aren’t the beginnings of most things? Soon enough we were regularly chatting, exchanging photos and sending . . .“Excuse me,” my thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, one that sounded familiar. Looking up I saw in person the face I had seen in pictures hundreds of times, in my dreams thousands of times. She managed to get outside before her knees gave out, and she sat down in the dirt. The bolt rolled into the dust, as her fingers let it go. Bobby had fucked their mother! Something twisted in her mind. Her mother had let Bobby fuck her! She knew, deep in her heart, that it couldn’t possibly have happened unless her mother had allowed it... welcomed it. And there was Ted to think about too! Her mother was letting two men fuck her, and one of them had made her pregnant!Flo moaned. Her own. .. Aur kitna maza le rahe the.. Daya garam ho jati hai.. Udhar jethall bhi bhide ki chudai ki awaaj sunkar pagal ho jata hai..Aur o bhi garam ho jata hai.O apna land ko hilate hilate dayabke paas jata hai..“Daya .. Ye daya . Kidhar hai tu kya kar rahi hai.. Jaraa idhar anana…” jethala apna land hilate hilate daya ko awaj dete dete ..Bed room me chale jata hai.. Udhar daya apne ball ko dabati hai aur kujlate rehti hai..Jethalal:- are daya tu idhar hai .. Mene tuje sare ghar me dunda par nahi.