Phir me unke boob ki choclate khane lga or dhere dhere nipple bhi chabane lga….Bhabhi awaze nikalne lagi….ah ah ah ah aeeee ueeee kha lo.tiger pur... kha lo…ahhhhhhh ueeeeeee or kha lo….tiger Phir me unki chut k pas a gya or unki chut k upar ki choclate bhi chatne lga…. Bhabhi….ah ah ueeeee sssshhhhhh or jaise hi mene unki chut ke ander ki choclate Chatna shuru kiya….bhabhi ne apni janghe phela di or mera sir dono hath se dabane lagi or boli Kha lo….tiger puri chut kha jao….aaaaahhhhh ueeeeeee ah. Shoot,shoot, shoot. I better grab it, also I left my Halloween fruit outside,and the raccoons are going to get it. Shoot. Get up gurl.I get out of bed. Ismy is still snoring away. I don't need to turn onany lights. I can navigate on my 'home turf' just fine in the dark. Iscamper through the house, turn off the house alarm, and go out the backdoor. There's my stuff, sitting on the table by the pool. I look atthe lcsp, '1:15 AM'. Let's get back to my darling Ismy. I'll try toroll her. "All I said was, "Mike - it's been a great day and it's my pleasure to be able to help."We were all too tired even for a nightcap before we tumbled into bed.Next morning at breakfast I was the only bright and breezy one, especially since it being a nice day I had just swum a number of circuits of their swimming pool which was larger than ours.Mike laughed as Jan said, "He's quite insufferable when fresh, sober and not hungover."I just poured myself another cup of coffee.The day was a quiet one. She is free to fuck who she chooses and I’m pretty sure a sweaty, smelly, dying drunk wouldn’t be her first choice”The soldier didn’t pick up on the word, some of the others did. Dying? The man pushed the girl away and pulled out a massive knife. “I don’t like you SIR! I don’t like your posh accent SIR! I don’t like your fucking face SIR!” Ling just smiled, he’d worked his way up and had been lucky and skilled in equal measure; this idiot was assuming he was a posh twat who bought his way in.