. I want it!"Patti could hardly believe her ears! The thought of her father's enormous cock fitting into anyone's shitter was ludicrous. But then she ...aw her aunt licking her own asshole and a moment later her father was positioning the wet head of his cock against that tiny pink hole.Patti lifted her skirt and touched her asshole as she heard Karen wail with painful pleasure. The sharp edge of her fingernail burned her asshole as she prodded the tight, damp ring, and she sympathized with her. ‘Only if you’ll call me Jack.’ ‘Okay – Jack.’ ‘Okay – Mari. Your cloak?’ Flushing again, she loosened the fastening at her throat and took off the cloak. Jack blinked, flushing himself. Marianne – Mari – was stunning. Black stockings covered her long legs, held up by red, silk garters. Long, lovely legs. A low-cut, one-piece outfit, in a rich, dark, red, almost the colour of her hair, clad her torso, strapless, clinging. Around her hips she had draped some black velvet cloth to form a skirt,. Bare branches are once more braced against the snap. The world is huddling into itself. Warm breath finds cool air. An ice-blue sky with the flavour of mint. All is texture. Time is a flywheel whirring in reverse, whistling softly. Today I will take the metro, at the same time of course. The wheels will squeak and squeal in just the same way. I will breathe in the people and the scent of their lives. I will get off at Gran Via. The train will slip away, leaving my nose filled with tunnel air,. Wo mari sabse badi galti thi, jab main gadi main baithe to hamari bate hone lagi, wo dono out of pune se the or university me admission ke liye aaye the. Un dono ka nam tha ayesha & riya wo aache ghar ke the, ek top & jeans and dusri skirt me thi, un dono aise dekh kar muje jalan hone rahi thi.Raste me jate time hamari bate ho rahi thi, main bahar khadi friend ke wait kar rahi thi, maine riya se water pucha, un ne ek bottel me muje pani pine ke liye diya. Ye mari another galti ti maine use.