He was sitting up. Sort of. His legs hung limply over the side of the bed like packaged meat. Beads of sweat dotted his upper lip. And if he let go of...the side rail he’d probably play patty cake with the floor. But at least he was upright. “I’m busting out,” he panted. “This place gives me the creeps.” Moe hated the weak, breathy sound of his voice. Mona Dale’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, really? How far do you think you’ll get before those stitches pop and you lose what little blood you have left?” . Please give me another chance.”I was a mess the whole day, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch right out of the box and staring at my cell phone like she could see me through it. I wasn’t ready to call her yet, though I knew I would. I knew it like I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. My body, still wet and eager, knew it even better than I did.Even Toronto was moody, refusing to chase after his toys when I threw them (as I desperately fought off the desire to call her back).Then Monday morning came. Par gaand tight thi. Maine apni ek anguli par oil lagaya aur jor se uski gaand me daal di. Wo cheekh padi to maine uske muh par dusra haath laga diya aur anguli andar baahar karne laga.5 minute baad jab gaand loose ho gayi to maine anpi do anguliya andar daal di. Wo siskariya bhar rahi thi. 10 minute baad maine apna land uske muh me de diya. Wo usko chusne lagi. Supda thuk se geela ho jaane par main uske peechhe gaya aur land ka supda gaand ke chhed par rakh kar jor se dhakka lagaya. Wo cheekh. Nice and meaty on the outside, nice and creamy that comes out of that tiny little slit you have."Chris chuckled. "Is that all you think about on the floor?" Some of my esteemed colleagues on both sides of the aisle bring up some pretty stupid measures. When I sit there buffing my nails listening to such shit, I daydream of us being in the sack together doing these things. Besides, we better get our fucks in while we're able. I think our new daughter is going to come early." Yeah, that'll make.