. I am in shock! I just can't believe the old fart is gone! Hell Byron always seemed like he was a fucking cat and had nine lives so I figured I would...be the first to go. I sink to my knees beside Inga and hells bells, I can't stop the tears from running out of my eyes. Inga sees my tears and we hug each other.I swear, "What the fuck went wrong?"Inga says, "Thom, I am so sorry. It should have been me not your best friend Byron."I hold her tight as she sobs and comfort her, "Inga don't go. Their age variance was the only thing that made them different. Roger, unlike my mother, was successful at everything he did. In contrast, my mum was a walking shit magnet that seemed to go from one disaster to another.My unexpected birth when she was seventeen was the first of her ongoing fuck-ups in life. My biological father never married her, and although I knew him, he was never a contributor to my upbringing. The only redeeming aspect to my dad was that he was good-looking.Roger, in. To uska kitna bara loura hai ? Jo mare phool jase behan layti hai ?Itnay main us nay apni 2 fingers apni choot main lay li jo mujhay apnay lund ko maza day rahi thi jo gaand main tha . Even kay ab wo 2 say 3 finger daal rahi thi .Or mera lund ko oski fingers ly nay say or be maza aa raha tha or oper say oski gaand be tight or filexable thi jo sakoon day rahi thi .Or mainy oski kamer ko zor say pakar liya hua tha kay or na hil sakay . Ya na ho main jaldi farig na ho jaon jitna maza aa raha tha .. “Any idea where I can get any of these from?” I gave him the list which he pondered for a few seconds.“Yep, if you’d just like to follow me, sir” he led the way through the store to somewhere that seemed to be a huge warehouse full of stock. I was slightly confused why he brought me here, but then it all became clear when he stopped.“Right now, pretty boy, you unzip those jeans for me and I’ll get you those things you want!” he eyes had never been so bright and his smile so dark when he said.