Or uske boobs se lekar uski gaan uski thiges or uskinkamar chus liya..Fir usko lund nikal k diya jo mera7 inch ka he jise wo lolypop k tarah chusme la...i jisse me satv aasman par tha .Fir lund ek bar pani chhod ke fir uski chut marne uthh gaya tha..Fir mene usko kaha k lund to jayega kya mota sa to mene thoda oil laga kar ek dhakka mara wo chilane shuru ki haay mere raja aaram se pelo me kahi nai bhag ne wali ab se tumharin hi randi hu ne jab chaho tab chod na.Mene thod rm se uski chut marna. I hate to think what will happen when our next anniversary gets here.Back to Tony, he was always complimenting me-telling me how pretty I look, how well a certain dress fit in with my colors. I started dressing for him. He smiled when I wore that slinky outfit three weeks ago; I think that was my last entry as short as it was. I hadn't had a guy smile like that for me for over a year.Maybe we were having an emotional affair, even though until Friday night, I wouldn't have said so. I never lied. " "Mithy wanth poopoos, Mithdreth" Too late - I feltit warm in my panties weighing down the back. The smell was awful. "Youdisgusting girl, we may have to put you back in diapers! Take off yourpantyhose and panties." I pulled them down cautiously. The poopoo fellout in a large lump on the lawn. "Pick that up and put it in the refuse."I did with bear hands. "I did warn you about this. Pick up your pantiesand put them in your mouth." I picked them up and looked at them. Luckilythere was only a. I was feeling mellow from a few beers – for a brief moment I felt vaguely ill, then sort of dizzy. “Pam, I’m sorry, I just…” “Don’t talk! Please, Danny … please just do it. Do it Now! Don’t talk.” By this time, I had already realized that nearly every time she presented one of these “episodes”, she asked me to be silent. And I had begun to understand why: my voice would spoil whatever fantasy she was having. Again she said.