I am Shareey (my nick) from Lahore the gr8.I am submitting my story 4 the first time here.Its all true coz at lahore any thing can happen cool people ...ive here.Before starting my story let me give u an intro of myself.I am 18 of age fair color my friends say that I am cute,5 feet 9 inch height n Have a 7″ junior .Here my story starts I think I should write in urdu coz it will be more enjoyable.My Lahore main jis area my rahata ho its really a beautiful place it have a jogging track.Mari sari. “Now I wanna hear about the crisis in Atlanta,” said Kash.“You see, men down here are raised a little different. We put on the whole goody two shoe church act and no sex before marriage thing, makes our men a little awkward. Outsiders come but they don’t stay. We have a lot of frustrated women in this city and a shortage of men who can fuck. It’s leading to us having some of the highest depression rates in the country as well as increased mental health issues,” said Leah.“We got a reporter over. And he made himself at home in Nans kitchen immediately. Fred was everything Lucy had not been, a laid-back gentle but firm old lad, who had a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step. He had arranged with me to have Kelly in the playroom and secured, naked. I had cuffed her and hung her by her wrists, blindfolded to wait his arrival. She had been hanging for about 20minutes when he arrived, and I showed him his target immediately. He walked up to her and kissed each breast, then said he. “Oh God,” Jessica moaned, as Vincent’s fingers entered her wet pussy. She knew she should stop this. How could she let a stranger do this to her, talk to her like that? She wanted to push his hand away but the sensation of his fingers in her was making her want more. “You think you’re a good girl but you want to be bad and dirty with me, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear. He put another finger in her pussy and found her clit with his thumb causing her to shudder and gasp, “Ohhhhh!”“You want.