Phir jab bhabhi baba ke pass aayi to baba ne woh sab bhabhi ko bataya. Ye sun kar bhabhi kaafi sunn ho gayi. Unhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh kya kare, po...ja kare yea nahi.Woh wahaan se chali gayi us din ke liye. Bhabhi kaafi tensed aur confuse ho gayi. Woh decide nahi kar pa rahi thi ki woh pooja kare yea nahi. Tabhi maine jaan boojh kar dinner ke time ek fake story sunai. Hamari side main aaj kal black magic bahut chal raha hai. Log iska bahut galat use karne lage hai etc.Phir 2 din bad baba ka. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck my ass harder and harder!”I thought nothing could be better; nothing could match the miracle of fucking my girl’s tight asshole. The tightness of her anal ring, the sweltering heat of her asshole, and the fiery depths of her bowels all worked to make me senseless. It was fruitless; I had to fuck this ass.“Harder, Daddy. Harder. Fuck my ass until it hurts. Fuck your little girl’s ass until you cum so hard. Fuck my ass, Daddy. Fuck my ass. Fuck me – fuck me – fuck. I am saying hand because my wife was pregnant at that time. I found it turn off to fuck her with that tummy.Last month I was in hospital as my wife was delivering the baby. We went to the hospital at night and she was taking time. There was 1 guy Ravi. His wife was there for the same reason. So while we were waiting, I and Ravi started chatting and became kind of friends.Around 2 in the night we both went to pee. And I don’t know why but when we were there I just looked at his dick. It was. Officially, I was ‘helping the investigation’. Slowly I began to sense that my alibis were beginning to hold up and the more sensible detectives were starting to realize that I was not going to be the simple solution that they had originally hoped for. Finding my gas station and fast food receipts in my van helped to strongly confirm my story of being in Jersey during the most recent murder spree. Besides, with my being a ‘person of interest’ or not, no one could come up with anything.