As talks of war begin a song comes to mind, my eyes fill with tears… Little child, dry your crying eyes How can I explain the fear you feel inside? ...ause you were born into this evil world Where man is killing man And no one knows just why. What we have become Just look what we have done, All that we have destroyed You must build again When the children cry Let them know we tried. Cause when the children sing Then the new world begins. Little child You must show the way To a better day for all. I spun to face him as he hopped on one foot and saw the knife at his belt. Instead of running, I stepped toward him and grabbed the blade, jabbing it into his stomach. I wrenched it free and jumped back, nearly falling over the stupid basket again.“If you get that tended to at once, you might not die,” I said with Miranda’s voice. The man looked up at me in horror as he saw his own blood dripping from his knife. He fell. I guessed it was too late for a doctor. If anyone found us, we’d be the. Frankie brutally fucked his stiff rod in and out of my wife's wet hole. He pushed her long legs up above her head as his fat belly slapped her legs. Frank started pumping her in a wild way, as my sweet wife again started behaving like a whore in heat, telling that black bastard how much she loved his thick black cock smashing her wet pussy.The black man said he was going to cum and my wife told him she wanted to drink his semen. Then Frankie pulled his cock out of her wet hole and told her to. Ek din mein uske ghar gaya,meine kaha aunti aakriti kahan hai,Usne kaha: tution.Fir meine kaha; anushka(choti behan)Aunti: wo bi Mein-to main chalta hu.Aunti-wo aati hi hongi wait karloTab subah k 10 baj rahe the. Main tv dekhne laga to aunti mere pas aa beth gai,wo mere sath sat k baith gai mera khada hone laga,mai kena chahunga ki dono betiyaan apni ma par gai hai. Main apne lund pe kantrol nahin kar pa raha tha,aur khada ho gaya. Tabhi mera sapna pura ho gaya. Aunti ne pant k upar se hi lund.