Phle to usne mana kar diya but mere bar bar khne pe wo maan gayi.. Uske mere lund ko chute hi mere pure shareer me ek bijli si daud gayi.. Uske komal ...omal hathon me mera lund aur bataan gaya.. Phr usne muh me dal k suck karna starr kiya but 2 hi min me bhr nikal diya aur khti bas… Maine bhi kha thek hai qki ab main b rok nahi paa rahi tha khud ko uski lene se….. Maine uski tangle kholi aur upar aa k uski pussy k hole pe aapna lund rkh liya…. Ek jhatka maara but aandr nahi gaya…. Phr maine uske. On a Sunday morning I was moving my eyes on the newspaper sitting on the baranda, to my surprise I suddenly saw a beautiful lady(I think when God was making her there was no power cut , means totally finished) cladding in somewhat red color saree with wet hair come out of the door of the other part of the floor . she was shocked to see someone she don’t know in her baranda and went inside her flat after placing some cloth on a rope . When I enquired about my mom said a Bengali family has. ..” She was begging urgently now, the tears still running down her cheeks.“Yes, my darling?” Whoops! That slipped out. I clearly shouldn’t have said that – her sobbing renewed its intensity.“Helen, what the fuck’s the matter? You’re supposed to be happy about tomorrow.”“David,” she began again, then sat down at the table and covered her face in her hands. “I can’t go through with the wedding. Not after last night.”My spirits surged.“Why not?” I asked. “You’ve just told me you don’t love me any. It'll go down in a little while."But, Kathy had these same questions before and now that they had decided they could look at each other, she insisted on a better answer. They stood up and gathered their shorts to put them on, but she noticed his thing was still as rigid as a baseball bat sticking up in the air. It was at least 3 1/2 inches long and the end looked like a helmet. It had been transformed from a big worm into a straight pole. She was so insistent on him answering "why" that she.