I fight for what I know is right and against the darkness that is forever closing in. We live in the light and hope for the dawn, knowing that another...day above ground is better then one below. If you are reading this now, we were either victorious or slaughtered, but no matter the outcome, this record will remain a testament to our fight. I have entrusted a dear friend to write this story and it is my hope that it will survive. Be well, reader. Be hopeful. Be proud. Karoleah Annalucia. Dosto bata nhi sakta uske lips itney soft nd juicy they..Kiss smooch me badal gaya…Mainey bhi fayda uthate hue apna ek hath uskey top k andar bra me hath ghusa diya…Uuffff kitna soft they uske boobs… Jaise ki new born baby ka skin…Mainey aste astey boobs sehlata rha..Nd humara kiss chaltey rha…Woh pura madhosh ho gai thi… Maine uska jab nipples ko dabana shuru kiya toh usney mera lips bite kar liya… Nd blood bhi nikla..Woh wild behave kar rhi thi…Hum kiss torey… Nd fir maine usse uska figure. . days? Weeks? Months? He did not know. The hut was furnished with some skins and stools made of rough wood. Rodrigo sat on one, there was one thing he had to ascertain before proceeding with what he had in mind. ‘Are you married, Kango?’ ‘No.’ That was good news indeed. It was obvious to the Portuguese that he would spend quite some time in the realm of the Fighting Ladies, hence he would need someone to take care of his clothes, to cook or arrange for food, and in general to be at his. It was still early, by normal time, near seven o'clock, when Thomas stopped abruptly in front of me and Mitchel bumped me from behind. Thomas turned too me and said '...you grinding on my butt fuck boy...' Mitchel laughed and chimed in saying '...I saw him grind you on your ass, he's a sissy fag boy show naff...' Every one around us started to laugh and point at me till Mitchel took me by my collar and pulled me through the double doors. Thomas stayed behind stopping the crowd saying.