I need to be finished with the miserable backwater thorp and get back to civilization as fast as possible. If I finish this survey fast I might stretc... that free time a few days and no one will notice.I guess it will be few long days, but it will be nice to go to a real theater to see some quality play.Forty seventh ThursdayAlmost done, if I stretch my day today I should be able to start my journey out from this hole tomorrow early, not one day too soon.Forty-seventh SundayI have not written. .Aur muje 3-4 thappad mar ke..Kyu…kutte…maja aa raha hai ??Me: sali mere hath pair khol..Baad me bata ta hu..Maja kis ko kahte hai..Sweta ab chocolate sauce layee aur mere lund pe dal diya..Sali mere lund ko chocolate samaj ke pagal ki tarah chusne lagi. Ab sweta ne apni bra nikal di aur apne boobs ke bich me mere lund ko ghusa ke upar niche kar ne lagi. Sweta ke boobs bhi chocolaty ho gaye. Ab usne apne chocolaty boobs mere mu me diye..Chusne ke liye…my god…kya taste tha…Sweta: harami..Maja. I said let us go to the restaurant. She said, restaurant is not going to satisfy it and you are. Then I pressed between her legs and saw that she had a hairy pussy. I said to her, first go and trim your pussy hairs take bath and come wearing a light color saree and blouse [no panties and bra]. She immediately opened up the suitcase and pulled up a cream colour saree, blouse and petticoat. She stripped saree, I pulled out her panty and asked her to pick scissors and go for trimming and bath.. This time felt different, not because of the pain, but something was just, different. Instead of flashing to another memory like usual, this time I felt like I was floating off the ground, hovering in place almost as if I was levitating, and then the lights came back up. If I already wasn’t unconscious, I’m sure I would’ve been now just from the shock of what I was seeing. I was in my body, but I wasn’t in my body, and I was looking at myself as I lay on the street after being shot. I was.