Me iss ka bahut bada fan hu . mene iski kai kahani padi he pichle char sallo me . me apna int. du us se pahle app sabko namskar karta hu.mera nam sami... he meri ye pahli kahani he app sabhi mere guru he app ki kahani ko dhekh kar hi ye kahani likh raha hu.Meri umar is Samay 34 ki he me ap ko us samay ki kahani sunane ja raha hu jab mene 12 class exam diya tha . or ham gao me mama ke pass chutiye me ja rahe the mere gar me meri ek badi bahan ek mujhse choti.mammi papa. kul milake 5 mem he . mama. He wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me closer to his mouth. My muscles tightened as my sweet juices flowed into his mouth.I whimpered as I came for him. My body felt week and limp. I lay there, not able to move. "Oh my God Brian, that felt so good." I said soflty.He moved between my legs and whispered in my ear, "I'm not done with you yet sweetheart."Before I could reply I felt Brian's hard member push deep into my hole. I let out a loud squeal as he filled me up. He slowly pumped his. Having told him I had to give up my primo stash (not why), he did what a true friend does: he stole someone else's stash to give to me.Thanks to cellular technology, word quickly spread that I had let Dude and PackRat into the den. Showing up, like always, to get a hit or two and go on their merry way, were "Skeeter," "Ace" (because of his lone tattoo), "Freeloader" and "M.J." Of this group, M.J. was the most welcome, as she once upon a time was a reasonably good-looking girl who I had a crush. He reckons they include all back-up disks.” “Oh Christ,” said Neven. “That’s all your work gone for naught, Nash.” Nash grinned, saying that he backs-up all of his computer’s working files nightly, writing first to CD and then e-mailing a copy to his home computer. “All I have lost are my laptop on which I do most of my transcribing plus all of my original material. But all original material was scanned, including the diary pages I received yesterday evening before I did my back-ups. So in.