..A Night With Kari (an Homage to Jeff) I sat nervously looking out the window of the bus and clutching my backpack to my chest. The plan was sound, b...t I knew it wasn’t foolproof. There were still a thousand unforeseen hiccups that could upset it. Still, if all went well the night would end with me satisfied and the girl dead. A ripple of pleasure ran through me in anticipation. I still didn’t know her name, nor did I care to. She was young and pretty and she lived alone. That was all I needed. It reminded me of a couple of old songs, 'Tears on my Pillow' by Little Anthony and the Imperials and 'Cry me a River' by Julie London. I loved some of the 50s and 60s songs. The singers back then added more of their heart and soul into the songs than gimmicks and special effects. Mainly, they sang on live television, and they didn't have all the computer effects of today to enhance a song. Anyway, I laid there and cried until sleep overtook me.Sometime during the night my mind was still at. I’m fucking you mommy. I’m fucking you full of young son cream, you boys sperm is al for you. Lots of babies. HERE COME LOTS OF BABIES FOR YOU MOMMY. MAKE A BABY NOW MOMMY. MAKE A BABY NOW! Arrggg mmmmngggg!" And on and on James plunged, his cock pouring forth an unbelievable amount of hot white creamy sperm infused spunk. He must have spurted 10 or 12 thick ropes over the first 20 seconds of his orgasm, followed by a steady flow of thick oozings over the next minute. Never had Lauren known a. Mahine me ek bar hi aate hai.Iske alawa meri ek behan rashmi hai wo pune me btech kar rahi hai.Ghar me sirf mai aur mom rehte hai. Mai ab apni mom k bare me batata hu.Meri mom ek behad sexy maal hai.Chooche mote mote aur gand bahar nili hui hai.Wo aksar saree pehnati hai.Jab wo colony me gand matakakar chalti hai to colony k har aadmi ka lund khada ho jata hai.Har koi mom ko line marta hai aur bahane se unse baat karne ki koshish karte hai. Mom ko bhi isme maja aata hai aur wo jaan bujhkar aisa.