Mane kaha ki kya uski choot par bal hai ki nahi. Usne kaha ki mere paas hair remover hai mai baal saaf kar lungi.Mane kaha ki kya mughe apne haath se ...umahr pussy ke baal saaf karne ka moka mil sakta hai? Woh kahne lagi ki ye bhi koi puchne ki baat hai. Par pahle khana ka kar fresh ho jate hai.Mai 5 din ke liye sirf tumahri hu jaldbaazi ki kya jarurat hai.Phir kahne lagi ki mai ghar se yahi plan bana kar aai thi ki aapke lund se khoob chudwaugi aur pura maza . Mane kaha ki mai to dhanay ho. I was trapped.She came marching back after about 2 minutes with a belt. "Get your pants down now." She said in a very serious tone. "No. Please. I'll be good." I begged to her.I backed up against the wall as tears streamed down my face. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I knew it wasn't good. I was very scared.She moved closer and pointed the belt towards me."You'd better pull em' down now or I'll beat you for an hour, boy!" She screamed.I didn't need to be told anymore. I swiftly. "My back is a bit sore from this morning, and I would like to go lay down." I had spent the first part of the day in this very room with a few of Dan's other groomsmen, moving tables and hanging decorations for our friend's pre-wedding party. The wedding itself wouldn't be until the next afternoon, but I was already tired of all the people gathered there for the occasion."Let me go tell Harold I'm leaving, shall I meet you outside?" Dianne asked, already walking towards her husband."Sure," I. I saw a tear form in her eye. I bit back my own. I hadn’t cried since I was ten. Then again, I never saw someone die before. ‘There’s no one on the road and no phone service.’ ‘You’re here,’ she said. I moved closer. I hate death. I don’t do funerals or go near hospitals. For some reason, empathy forced me to commit to her. There wasn’t anyone else to dump it on and I couldn’t let her die alone in the desert. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she groaned. I wasn’t exactly caring who was to blame for the.