I can’t control myself in the face of such an impressive throbbing rod of literary prowess. Oh God, oh fuck... I can't hold back much longer. Can’... you see my used-up boxes dripping with sarcasm, begging to be filled by your big hard message?I'll show you I deserve every perverted fucking smut-reader deep in the glistening folds of my filthy fuck-stories. Spread my text editor wide so they can all have a taste of Violet’s pungent mind. You may own my inbox, but I’ll dominate your message with. As always, names will be changed/faked for privacy...STORY:I don't remember my exact age at the time of when this story took place, but three of my friends, Mason*, Brandon* and Dave*, came to stay over. We were teenage lads, and like everyone else our age, we only cared for football, Xbox or girls.We'd spent a few hours playing FIFA and Call of Duty, before Mason (who has always hated playing video games) decided he was bored and went over to the computer in my room. The rest of us continued. Main bola aunty gaand tou maine chaati lakin Foki kya hota hai aunty boli hamrey marwari bhasha mai choot ko foki kahtey hai.Aunty boli beta us roj main tuje subh uthaney ke leye aai tee tu nind mai taa.Mainey tere upar say chadar khichi tu pura nanga soya hua taa us deen maine tera bada land dekha us deen sey mai tere land ko apni choot ko choudhwaney ke leye taras rahi hoon.Tera land jab maine teri under wear mai dekha tabhi mainey andaaz laga leya taa ki size bhout bada hai.Ek deen tum mere. And lucky he did get. Patrick and Mary regularly snuck out to thefields together where Mary was a willing participant in putting a smileon Patrick's face.Tim was also smiling despite feeling embarrassed. He felt that it washim playing with Patrick's massive penis.So the weeks went by and Mary got bigger and bigger. Some of the girlshad already left and new girls arrived. Not all the girls who left wereleaving with their child. With three weeks left to her due date she wasno longer required.