‘You see, Bob, your scrotum was just blown all to hell. They couldn’t even find your balls,’ he chuckled at that, his partner joined in, ‘And ...t went right through your dick at the base. The doctor said he’d never seen anything like it. Cut it clean off. It was just floating around in your pants leg. Well, what was left of it, anyway. Seems the bullet was a hollow point. You know, Bob, what we call a wad cutter.’ Bob continued to stare at the officer as his fingers dug around and discovered a. She got a call and told me to bring the phone to her. I went to take her phone and saw the name Raghav.I was wondering who the fuck is Raghav? As far as I know, she didn’t know anyone named Raghav till that. When I was about to give her the phone, the call ended.Mom: Leave it, I’ll call back after finishing the work.Me: Maa, who is Raghav?Mom: Oh, I didn’t tell you about him, right? He’s my friend from Tinder. He’s a sweet guy, not like other creeps who stalks a woman. He’s very genuine and. I moan as he takes a chunk of watermelon and rubs it over my nipples, before sucking the sticky residue from me. I giggle as he eats a grape from my navel. He trails a piece of icy pineapple down the insides of my thighs, then retraces the path with his hot tongue. Next, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he takes a whole strawberry and rubs it against my pussy, coating it with my juices before placing it on my lips.“Eat,” he tells me, using that firm voice that destroys my resistance in a. We set ourselves up and I got the Singhs positioned. They’d dropped their clothes without hesitation and curled up on the bed together with little Mirium happily attached to one of Indira’s paps.“Brijesh, I don’t mean to be indiscreet, but I need to know if you want your ... uh ... equipment visible in the painting or tucked behind your wife. We can adjust the position a little if you’d like more modesty. It doesn’t bother me either way,” I said.I think Brijesh glanced at Kate and Melody.