Dono ek dusre ko kabhi chum rahe thhe to kabhi chat rahe thhe. Lalaji ne mummy ki chut mein apne lund ko phir ghusaya tabhi mummmy zor se chillai ki b...hut dukh raha hai,aapne to abhi bahar meri phar di. Mein ise abhi nahi le sakti,kuch der rukiye na,par who pyasa bhukha jangli janwar ke tarha chodne lage ma ko aur maa dard ke mare chillne lagi aaaaaaaaaa maar gayi mein. Lalaji lund ko waise hi zor zor se under bahar karne laga.thodi der baad dhire dhire maa saant ho gayi aur fir Lalaji ke lund. They were quite amazing, really. "Why are men such assholes?" she asked me."It's in the DNA," I said. It was the best I could do on short notice. I wanted to keep her talking, although why, I didn't know. "Problem at home?" I inquired, wondering why I asked, and whether or not she would tell me. We didn't know each other well enough to trade war stories by any means.She shook her head. "No. Not really. It's just that John..." she trailed off, and I knew she was deciding whether or not to. She was tired of the whole thing – as Callie had said, she needed a complete break, away from everything. She needed to get away from Tinsel town, that was certain. But where to go? She didn’t want to go anywhere renowned as playgrounds for the rich and famous – not Aspen or Monaco or St Tropez or Martha’s Vineyard. She needed to be normal, ordinary. She needed to go to somewhere that they wouldn’t believe it was her, to relax where the mantle of Hollywood was forgotten. And more than anything,. Was she trying to humiliate me? Indeed, I felt humiliated as the toothpaste began to drip out from between my lips, escaping from my full mouth and making its way down my chin. An idea struck me and I didn’t wipe the froth away, allowing another stream of it to ooze out of my mouth and down my face. Slowly the river of saliva and toothpaste dripped down my chin, collecting in a large glob at the end and falling from my five-foot tall frame to the floor where it made a loud splatting sound. It.