Meine jaldi kapde khol diye phir meri wife ne mere lund ko apne haathon mein pakda aur ushe pinch karke kaha Yeh kya lund hai, gandu ka bhi lund isse ...ada hota hai mard ka lund toh yeh hai bholke chethan ka lund pakad ke usse zor zor se chusne lagi mere wife ne mujhe chethan ke pair chatne ko kaha dheere dheere mein upar ki taraf badhta gaya. ab meri wife ne uska lund haath mein pakad kar mere ko chatne ke liye kaha meine kaha nahi yeh mein nahi kar sakta tabhi meri wife ne mere muhh par apne. No plan, just going to ask for his help."I didn't know what to say, but this was an unexpected twist, as far as I was concerned. Then I remembered that blurb I overheard on CNN... Corrupt New Jersey cop sought in slaying... either the word WAS out unfairly, and she didn't have a chance, or she was a corrupt cop, like the story said... she didn't seem like a killer, but then I don't think I've ever known a killer."What made you join the police?" I asked, stalling for time. I had to make a. “Oh my God,” I said aloud, and I was almost immediately apologetic. “I’m gonna come, Dyl,” I sputtered, but in response he simply switched the thing on and pushed it even deeper, and there was no turning back from there. The end of the device was pliable (much like a penis but more solid in the center) and when Dyl set it to humming inside me, it left me absolutely no choice. I grunted, rhythmically, as I shot glob after glob of my man juice into Craig, and it was, I swear, probably ten giant. Because at the end of the day, when I finish pushing the rock up the hill and watch it fall back down only so that I can start all over again the next day it doesn’t matter that the hill is steep, that the rock is heavy, that I feel so tired…That my hands hurt too much to write like I want…There is someone by my side, finding a little time to work on my hill before it becomes a mountain…There is no pain like the kind that is self-inflicted, no disease like loneliness, and I say this not to.