Aap ko batho di mera 3 story aachuka jiska muje kafi aacha response mila. My previous 3 story title is 1) Diwali holiday in badlapur2) Jab mein t.y.b....om mein tha3) Net connection lagthe lagthe ussne mera saath connection joda (part 1 and 2) aur yeh mera 4 story hai. Yeh story mere ek friend jisne muje mail kiya or bola ki aap mera real story iss mein dal sakthe hai mein bola real hai toh dalunga naki friction or fake kyu ki muje fake story bilkul naa pasand hai. Toh dosto aab mein aaka time na. And with that he grabbed theirmoney bag and pulled on the rope dragging each girl one after the other each ofthem pulling the other girl behind her by the neck as she in turn was draggedforward. Their only choice was to follow. They could hear the back door openingand feel the cool breeze of the night air outside as he pushed them out againstthe side of the van. They could feel the cold metal on their fingertips and theair evaporating the sweat on their faces from the sheer terror they were. • I like sending her husband to get me a beer or something while she sucks my dick.• I like giving her to a friend to use and treat her like my property. They love that shit.• I like telling her husband that his wife's pussy is mine now.• I love when a wife tells me fantasies or experiences she's had that she's never told her husband about.• I love when a married woman wants to do things with me that she doesn't do with her husband.• I like to call a husband on speaker phone while I'm owning. At the table Julie saw what looked like a baby?s high chair. It was really a kind of modified stool with a back-rest and a wooden tray. It was painted white and trimmed in pink. Along the back, there were painted stenciled flowers, little bears, and alphabet-block letters. And written in a flowing, pretty script, the name ?Brittney.? ?Go climb into your chair, honey,? Sara said. Brian climbed up, and, with Sara?s help, managed to seat himself. Sara pushed the tray into place, effectively.