Phir dhire se jeet ne apna lund under daal diya. Mene kaha abhi nahi. Usne kaha aab raha nahi jata. Aur dhire dhire age piche karne laga aab jyada dar... nahi hua kyuki raat ko meri gand achi tarah se phel chuki thi. Aab naresh aur rakesh meri bra me hath daal ke mere chuche dabane lage. Aur kiran baju me khada reh ke meri gand pe lund guma rha tha.Dhire dhire jeet ne speed badhayi aur wo jor se chodne laga.me doggy style me tha aue kapdo ke sath hi unhone chodna start kar diya tha. Aab sirf maza. I sidle up to the bar and order a beer. It is the first beer I've drunk in years, but it feels right and tastes so good in the hot, smoky darkness."You have a very pretty accent," says one of the girls sitting at the bar. Her own English is heavily accented--Jamaican or Bahamian, maybe. The speaker is dark-skinned enough to be from any of those places or Africa for that matter, "Where is it from?"Anticipating my answer to the question brings a little frisson of fear to my spine, of. There were the two hollys. One was tall and the other short, yet they were the best of friends. They were both skinny but had that athletic look about them. Smiling they gave their homework to the teacher, bending slightly and accidentally showing their firm asses to the rest of the class. There was India, an average height girl with large breasts and an hour glass figure. She bounced in, her smile managed to light up the classroom even though it was a gloomy day. Then there was Hannah and. My arm began shaking under the weight of my body, and probably from the loss of blood. There was a large pool of it beside me, wide enough that I could put my hand in it with my fingers spread out, and they wouldn’t touch the edges. There was a loud knocking on my door finally, and Yzflon called out from the other side. ‘Jaina, can you hear me?’ I didn’t answer. I was becoming dizzy, and it was hard to concentrate on anything but the sting in my hand. ‘Jaina if you can hear me please answer.