Thori dar bar ma ne dood choosty howy aunty ki phuddi ma do ungliya dal de aunty ne aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh aaaaah aaah ah aha aha haaaaaaaaaaaaaah bolna sta...t ker dia ab iffi ne be aunty ki hip ma ungli dali ko aunty ochal pari aaaaaah aaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .Ab hum dono agy pichy se aunty ki phuddi or gand ma ungli dal ker ander bahar kerny lagay aunty ko thora sa dard hone laga aunty ne aaaahaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaah marrrrrrrrr gaiiiiiiii. There was no response for minutes, until she was just about to give up and toss her phone away again, before finally their final words for the evening popped up: ?Behind the auditorium. After school tomorrow.?She set her phone down and rolled her legs off the bed, staring down at the carpet, her heart thudding so loudly she could feel her ribs. She had to do it. She had to see who it was. They could do anything with those pictures. They could ruin her life. She let out a soft whimper again?they. ' As I stepped into the bath, Omagelia, was already in the shower and was soaping his self. As I entered his back was turned to me so I preceded to soap myself, the shower stall was large enough to accommodate the two of very nicely. We could maneuver without touching each other, which we did with great skill. As we rinsed off I felt something brush against my thigh, I stepped away and glanced down to see the biggest penis I've ever seen standing out like a mighty sword. I raised my gaze to. George quietly chuckled, standing up to come to my side. “C’mon baby, lay down on the bed.” I glanced up at him, sitting up to be eye level with him. “Carry me…” I wanted to be held in his embrace and cradled like a child. I was drained and sore all over, I really needed a long bath, but right now all I wanted were his arms wrapped around me. George moved his arm under the bend of my legs, pulling me into his lap, his other arm moving around my back. He lifted me off the floor and rests my.