Ar wo scooty uthane ko piche mudi uski gaand ab meri traf thi ufff meri badan me aag si lag gayi mujhe ab kaise bhi use chodana tha mujhe sarat sujhi....Maine use piche se pakd ke apni traf kincha ar halka gale ko daba kar dhmakaya dekho miss ya to meri car ko theek karo ya to iske pure paise de do .Wo akad ke boli kitne paise hue ye lo card debit kar lo . Me deko miss ye card kya mai tumhare machine me dalu give me cash . Wo boli mere pass cash nhi hai please ap man jao main bas aise hi gussa. The official report on Danelle’s accident from yesterday was the slimmest, containing only several pieces of paper. The lengthiest document was the complete and entirely factual report on the incident by the local Silver Avenue evening watchman Wergan. His report made particular note of my interest in this incident and he commented upon my apparent obvious shock and uncharacteristic dismay at her death. Why did everyone seem to believe that I was a soulless reptile with no more human decency. I found one room with 3 rows of seats, porn on the big tv screen.I took a seat at the back, hand under my towel, slowly stroking. Oh the cocks on screen, I was in a gay sauna and the feeling of liberation flowed across me.Then two guys came in and sat down, both mature which is what I like.No idea of etiqte I just went with my desires.Towel completely off, cock throbbing hard in hand.the two guys came and sat next to me.. my heart was bounding.I felt hands on my thighs, I closed my eyes, oh. Seven! Seven the loser! Next shooter. All bets down. The dice are coming out..."Silk continued to smile to himself. The lounge was packed and the voluptuous, red-headed, naked doll that was perspiring beneath the spots in a frenzy of measured writhing, undulating movements to the loud, rocking, recording music, had just picked up her prop from the nearby little table... an eight-inch facsimile of a hardened prick made of flesh-like plastic. She was Rose O'Fara, a real colleen, one hell of a.