He told me the new frat president called him and reported that Richard’s journals had been stolen from the records hall. He told me the journal’s ...ever mentioned my name in them but every lover I had was listed with dates and times. The dead players name was first on the list. I almost passed out when he told me there was a record kept and I got dizzy when he told me the last part. It was three days later when the national news announced the death of Richard Marten as the result of a sniper. I belong to ahmedabad.i m a big fan of iss. i come to the story, this story is about me and my hot aunt. her voltomous figure is 38-28–38. i m specialy fan for her deep cleavage.i live in a joint family consisting of 11 memebers me my mom dad, uncle aunty, grand parents and my uncle aunty’s childrens.my aunt’s name is monika. i always used to fantasized about fucking my aunt., and whenever gota chance use to peek into her blouse and instantly used to get a hardon. this happened when i got a. At a little after noon, Tyrel rang the bell. I got up and made my way down the hallway, wobbling on the fucking high-heels. Tyrel told me to bring them sandwiches and coffee. I went back to the kitchen and prepared Alex's favorite for all of them, BLT on wheat bread. I stumbled on the high heels as I brought the tray into the room and they all laughed. "Don't worry, she'll learn," Alex said.Alex came up with the high heel shoes today. Evidently, it isn't enough that he keeps me naked and. He placed the elastic waistband of his briefs under his low hanging balls which served to lift them up and out slightly. He then moved his left hand to the inside of his coat flap and pulled it back, pinning it against his left hip. This gave me an unobstructed view of his long thick penis, surrounded with a dark, tightly tangled mass of pubic hair. He grasp the thick shaft of his flaccid penis with his right hand and lifted and shook it to its full length, then began urinating heavily into the.