. Aaaaj choos-choos kar inhe khaaaa jayo o o o… Aaaaahhh h h… Mai bari bari se uski dono chuchiyo ko.. Paglo ki tarah tezi se chuse ja raha tha.. ...ya mast kade kade doodh the.. Ekdum pake aam ki tarah rasile.. 2 saal se kisi ka hath jo nahi laga tha.. Meri panch min ki chusayi me hi uski gand fat gayi our vo chhatpatane lagi our mere muh ko apne chuchiyo se hatwa di.. Mai bola.. Kya huwa.. To boli ki.. Ab meri bari.. Ye kahte huwe vo niche ghutno par baithi our mere lund ko apne hath me tham ke. Pierre Fontaine stared at the phone in his hand. It wasn’t the first late-night call he’d received from Edward Richwell, or even that unusual. When you were an attorney for the obscenely rich (if not so famous), it was part of the job. The request was, however, unexpected — and inconvenient. ‘Why now?’ he asked himself, setting the handset back on the cradle. He’d been so sure that the Richwells would never relent and reconcile with their wayward daughter, at least as long as Edward was alive.. The man carriedTimmy's suitcase to the limo and put it in the trunk and off theyzoomed through Los Angeles heading to the Hollywood Hills. The closerthey got to Krissy's mansion, the more nervous and excited Timmybecame as the absolute reality of what was about to happen overcamehim. When the limo entered through a large wrought iron gate into along driveway up to a large house Timmy was both shaking with anxietyand oohing and ahhing with amazement at the grandeur of the house andgrounds. The. To my surprise, he agreed to this, he was going to ride up to see me on his bike! I was excited to meet Pat at last, but didnt think anything else would come of it. Anyway, on the arranged day, he arrived in his motorcycle leathers and with his long rocker hair. He was great, we laughed and joked about life and he even met my k**s. That evening, my k**s had gone to stay overnight with their dad, me and Pat sat around listening to music and drinking. It seemed like we talked for hours. .