It’s like looking for a pin in the haystack. The nearer it gets to Christmas. The streets get busier, making it more difficult to find them.I change...my routine once a week. Tonight I got off at Oxford Circus Station. I proceeded up the steps leading to the exit. Converging onto the crossroad of Oxford Street, Regent Street and Bond Street. All directions appeared to be more active tonight, due to the weekend. Standing at the edge of the pavement, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Slanted. That meant he was alsofinancially my better, to a huge degree. And then he drove away. Isighed and let myself sit down hard, unfortunately landing on a brokenoff, upward-pointing, branch-end attached to a fallen limb, which jabbedme right in my butt hole. I yelled, sprang up, and toppled forward intoa thorn bush."Treat?" my wife said in a calm conversational tone. "Is that you,sweetie? We need to talk."She talked and I listened. My wife summarized all that had happenedsince she abandoned. ” Aur aisa bol kar usne apna poora lund mere muh me dall diya aur itna andar dala ke uske balls mere gale par dabne lage. Mere muh me poora lund dal kar mera sar uske lund pe dabaye rakhaa, aur mere muh ko left right karne laga. Fir hardik uska lund mere muhe me andar bahar kar ke bolne laga “aaahhhh gomi madam tera muh itna mast hai to chut aur gaand kitni mast hogi, maja aa jayega aaj to, chuso chuso mera loda chuso.”Fir neeraj aya aur gujarati me bola “chal have maro waro, maro lodo chus. His balls were big and made me slobber all over my chest as i tried to keep them in my mouth and breathe. He then grabbed my ears and slid his cock into the back of my throat. i opened my mouth as wide as i could and looks up at his with my tearing eyes. I choked and gagged as he rode my mouth, slobber all over my chest running down to my dick. he let me go and told me to get on all fours and walk towards a grass opening I could hear him grab two beers and i crawled away from him. (what am i.