Par maine use kas k pakde rakha aur gand me jor jor ka shot marta gaya.ab use itna dard ho raha thaki use kuch pata nahi chal raha tha ki uske sath ky... ho raha hai, wo ab sirf ggggunn ggguumn ki awaz nikal rahi thi. Maine 30 mint tak uski gaand marta gaya . aur last tak wo sehh nahi paya aur usne thodi si pottti nikal diya. Mere laund me uski potti lag giya. Maine uska muh khola aur mera lund uske muh me dal diya aur use mar mar k pura potti saaf karwaya.Aur uski muh me hi lund ghusa k chodta. " said her mother. "I'm not sure I want you... Associating with people who—" Mom!" Jane flared. "Don't you see? Are you listening? This isn't normal. She tried something crazy, for the same reason anyone would try something crazy—because she was in a crazy situation. She's a normal girl. But sometimes, just like anyone, she does abnormal things. Okay?"Megan Myers blinked a few times and gaped at her daughter. She had seen Jane act this defensive before; oh yes, she'd seen it many times. But. "Yes, I smoke. Your listing said you had a preference for a smoker." Yes," I replied.Whitney lit her cigarette and took a puff. "So, why do you want a relationship with a smoker. Most non-smokers don't want anything to do with a smoker."I cleared my throat. "I have a smoking fetish."Whitney laughed. "Why am I not surprised? Go on." I like to watch topless and naked women smoke. It arouses me."Whitney had a surprised look on her face. "Really? I'd never heard that before." She put her cigarette. Theshiny shaft rose higher and higher in front of my eyes. Dad looked atthe pink shaft and then he looked at me, his son."Son, close your eyes and open your lips slightly."My father did this to me. I never thought I would have to do this to myson. But it has to be done."I am going to paint your lips in a Cupid Bow just as my father did tome. I bet you will learn to enjoy the process after a few days." DAD! Please don't do it. I am your son, not your daughter. I don't wearlipstick! That's for.