.... I yell .......... .grabbing the nearest bastard and pushing him into the other asshole. One trips over the other ... I go for the one standing. H... nails me pretty good ........but I spin him and slam him into the wall, drive one into that fucking black face, I hate the bastard, I catch him with a good one, he staggers slightly, I hit him again and again.......... then back off and look for Angie............. she has gotten away. Just then I get kicked in the stomach ... fucking hurts .... Friend … oh acha phir kiya hoa jaldi baata shaani ..didi … phir kiya hotel main gay or shaam ko bhair niklay or wapes ghar ,friend … kutti room main kiya hoa . kasa tha os ka lund ?didi … room main lay gaya tha udhar os nay kissing suru kar di or phir mare qumize utaar di or maray nipples suck karna suru kar diya .friend … kiya os nay taray yah mottay mottay watermallan dabbay ? kiya taray nipples ko choosa ksa laga ?didi … haan bhohat acha laga bhohat maza aya maray nipples to itnay hard kabhi. -------------------------------------------------------------------------"Where are Eileen's clothes?" Eileen 'H' ask. Ted 'F' showed her theclothes and Eileen 'H' retired to the master bedroom. She already knewthat Eileen 'H''s face was passable, about average with olive completionand black hair, not the beauty she was used to seeing in the mirror.She quickly stripped off the pajama top. The closet mirror confirmedand her worse fears. This body was built like Freda's, chubby and softwith. She moved the blankets and stopped. Not only had she, at some stage, got into bed. She had also undressed. She was sure she didn’t, but obviously she had been so tired, she couldn’t remember doing to.She stood up and walked to the wardrobe where she had hung her clothes, and stepped back, not sure what was happening.None of her clothes were there. On the hangers were long dresses, corsets. Nothing she had ever seen before.At that moment the door opened, and Diane ran back to the bed, covering.