Main janti hu mera pati mujeh bacha nahi de sakta. Lakin aap de sakte hai. Plz jija ji is baat ke doran continue uska hath mere lund ko sehla raha tha...main khud kamukh ho chuka tha maine use ha kar di lakin maine susma se pucha. Ki agar kisi ko pata chal gaya to. Tab susma ne kaha jija ji kisi ko pata nahi chalega ye mera wada hai. Aur main jivan bhar aapki seva karungi aap jab bhi delhi aayenge aapko yaha bhi ek patni ka sukh dungi main aisa nahi karti lakin main maa ban na chati hu aur mere. When he first saw her, from across the room, he actually thought it was Stephanie and he immediately wondered how he would handle seeing her again. He thought that Stephanie was enrolled, but had not seen her anywhere on campus, nor had he sought her out. He was relieved, this night, to find that the pretty girl was not Stephanie Meyers, and to learn that it was, in fact, a very charming and outgoing young lady named Amy Wagner. But it was strange, too, that except for certain facial. It was a short way to Marion’s room. Before she knew it she was sitting on Marion’s bed peering into a photo album. Marion went through her whole family history. Her grandparents, great grandparents, her uncle, Aunt Mildred, her other aunt who lived on the west coast, Marion’s, Richard’s, and Robert’s childhood photos, and finally pictures of Fletcher when she and her brothers were little. Sorrel noticed Marion kept skipping past several pages. She supposed those were pages with pictures Marion. The translucent gray jism poured out of Kathy in a steady stream that ran down the crack of her buttocks, dripped down the side of the box, and puddled in a thick shiny pool on the floor of the stall.Finally the jism stopped gushing, Kathy stopped hunching, and the cock softened and began slowly disappearing back into its sheath. Julie moved out of the way as Kathy got off the box and out from under the colt, one hand cupping her crotch, the creamy substance dribbling down her legs and out.