Jay had friends during that time but none very close, and although he dated a few girls he never felt comfortable in his own skin. He was drawn to ath...etics, but only excelled in the ones that didn’t earn the respect of his peers. In the small town he grew up in, if you didn’t play football, you weren’t really an athlete. Jay finally found his niche after he graduated, knowing the first time he picked up a guitar, it was what he was meant to do. Not only was it more socially acceptable than. .kuch bhi to nahi bhahiya juth mat bol itna bada kar ke kuch kah rahi thin a kya kah rahi thi.To usne kaha apki gf nahi hai na…maine kaha nahi or baat mat badal…fir usne kaha ki apka bahut bada hai maine kabhi bhi aisa nahi dekha real life me…maine kaha kya baat kar rahi ho tum or tum ne kya dekha…vo ab boli ki bhhaiya bas ab bano mat aap sab jante ho mai or kuch nahi bolne vali..maine kaha yeh to galat hai mujhe laga ki tumne anke band kar li thi lekin nahi tum to bahut hi naughty nikli koi. Indeed, she looked almost alive as the mortician had done a good job. The two men were sorely tempted to have their way with her corpse but they did not want to risk damaging this piece of precious cargo. They have to satisfy themselves with kissing and stroking her dead face and fondling her cold but still supple milk swollen breasts. They placed her body in their car and drove off to where the holy man was living deep in a wooded mountainous area far away from the city. The trip took 2 days. His two digits reamed my asshole. They pumped in and out of me, loosening me up with every thrust. He was getting me so ready for his cock.“Yes, yes, I'm learning all about anal, Mr. Belmont!” I moaned. “Ooh, you're such a good teacher. I'm going to cum!”“Mmm, that will help get you ready,” he said and swirled his tongue around my clit.I gasped at that. My bowels clenched down on his fingers plundering my bowels. He nursed on my clit. He suckled on my bud. My pussy drank it in. The pleasure.