.Bus fir ek din aaya sab sahi chal rha tha ke mujhe choot aagai or mare back may problem honi shuru ho gai or mare beti ki bhi shaad ho chuki thi toh ...um teen he bache the ghar par wo kaam par chale jate the or ye college say deedha ghar aata mera dhayan rakh tha aab main thek ho chuki thi maine kisi ko bataya nhi ek din raat may main apne bete ke room may gai or sath leet gai or bollla kamar may dard hai toh bolla lao move maal du usne malli or ullti ho gai toh mare gaand par haat feerta rha. Rachel had almost three months, but time was still short.And how was I able to occupy my mind in bed with these thoughts? I lay there on my side as Beca and Joan held and loved each other. It wasn’t like they were ignoring me—not intentionally. They just needed desperately to show each other they were still connected and in love. Joan often pushed her butt back into me, inspired by Beca’s finger work. My cock, of course, had hardened and lodged between her cheeks. It wouldn’t be long before it. She had then fastened his leash to a ring in the wall. It allowed himto move around but he was helpless and could not sit down. He had toremain standing, moving about to keep from falling over and hanginghimself by his own privates.She pulled his head forward, forcing him to bend at the waist. She hada piece of paper that she wanted him to read. He did and he realizedit was a newspaper article describing in detail how he had operatedhis ponzi scheme. It also told how he had cheated one man. His friend was sitting in the living room, an older, heavyset black man. "Hi, I'm Dave" I said to him. He smiled, "Mike" was all he said. We all sat around in Ron's living room, just talking about crap when Mike asked me if I came over often. "Not as much as I would like" I said, smiling and looking at Ron. Ron started to laugh but stopped as Mike looked at him. He must have known something was going on between the two of us. Ron and I keep things discreet, and behind closed doors but I guess.