.phir dire se apna haath uske under daal diya…ooohhhhh swarg tha wahan..mujhe laga agar swarg kahi hai to yahi hai..itna maza mujhe pahle kabhi nahi...aaya tha….gandi aadte sharir ko sukh pahuchati isiliye hum use chhor nahi pate ..khair to jaise hi maine haath uske boor pe rakha wo sihar gayee per wo meri taraf nahi dekhti thi na hi mai uski taraf ..hum shor me shamil the kalkar aa rahe the..jaa rahe the..aur hum alag hi gana ga rahe the…uske boor pe choote choote jhante thi shayad kuchh din. She looked into my eyes, the eyes of her new master for the first time. She screamed and yelled at me in a language that I knew not. She spat towards me, but I took little notice, as it mixed in with the blood and gore upon my person. I saw that her arms were bound before her, her ankles also, there was no escape for her except death.At that moment, I considered lifting my sword for one more blow, to deal death as I've so expertly dealt it this day one more time. Death would be a better ending. Each of the lockers lines the room’s walls. Each of doors was pink while the rest of the lockers shells were white. The floor was a pink and white checkerboard partnered tiles.Peach and her massive breasts stood naked as she put her biker’s suit into her locker. Peach was living with her massive breasts for the last half a year. Peach’s massive breasts were clearly greater than her head and was well rounded as they clearly reached her hips. The most noteworthy thing to see was that Peach’s big. " So he got out of bed, and walked across the floor in his bare feet, and opened the door. Isolde and Terry were sitting up with the pillows behind them against the headboard, basking in the afterglow. "I wish...." Isolde started to say, but stopped in mid sentence. "What?" "Oh, I dunno - I sometimes feel so greedy ... no, not greedy ... more like guilty ... having my pick of you two, but leaving whomever I don't sleep with out in the cold, so to speak." "So why don't you ask George to join us?.