It's beautiful, but would it kill them to sell a bong or two? As we exited, the double blare of sirens greeted us, meaning imminent danger, a definite...rarity. The hipsters who survived the first wave of Flu had mutated into "Goofballs," who feed on riboflavin, but a bite could still be fatal or cause a nasty rash. Suddenly, we all froze hearing three chilling words (No, not "there's Courtney Love?")The words?... "who's that goofball?" spoken by an elderly extra. We turned as one and were. .Dalo ise..mujase rah nahi jata…’ aur mene pura dal diya…’uiiii!!! Ahhhhh…’tum sale janwar ho..ahhhh…aur zor se chod muje..ahh…’ aur wo jor jor se age-piche hone lagi aur mein bhi full force mein aake dakkhe dena laga… ab wo ahhh…ahh… bol rahi thi mera loda full speed mein dakhhe de raha tha…ahhh..Woooow..bata nahi sakta,kitan mazedar tha…jese jannat mil gayi ho…ab 15 minute ke aas pas mera mal nikalne ko tiayar tha par hum dono aesi duniya mein safar kar rahe the,Mene aur kuch nahi socha aur. ” Alice smacked John. “I thought sex didn’t matter to you.” John said coldly. “That’s not what I fucking meant…And why the fuck did you tell me that.” “I can’t lie.” John said quietly. Alice got off him, and laid down next to him. They both stared up at the dark ceiling. “Who was it?” “Natalie Resar.” “How old is she?” “19.” John said. “Is it because she is younger than me?” “For fucks sake.” John said, rolling over to look at Alice. “I’m not leaving you, I’m not having an affair. It was just. After a while she murmured, “I want to taste you too,” and got on top of me in a 69 position. Her pink crack was deliciously clean after her shower and got equal attention from my tongue as she straddled my face.We stayed like this for a while longer but soon we both knew that we were ready for the main event. I asked her if she was “baby proof” and she’d confirmed that she was. She laid back down on the pillow and I knelt between her legs. I rubbed my cock end up and down her slit to lubricate.