Flipping it open, she winced at the voice on the other side. ‘Good Morning, sweetie…’ she tried nicely, then faltered as the other voice took o...er. Evidently, she’d forgotten to phone someone last night. ‘Danny… Danny…’ Lucy intoned softly, as if to herself. She then looked over at Matt. ‘Now, why does that sound familiar?’ He grinned slightly, then schooled his face and shrugged. ‘Dunno… Maybe we heard it somewhere?’ Lucy nodded seriously, ‘Yeah, I think you’re right. Like… over and over. It seems that the Hodges were travelling towards Birmingham in a self-drive hire car when it went out of control. It had left the road at high speed and smashed into a tree, killing the occupants instantly. Mr Hodge was a careful sort of bloke and I couldn't imagine him speeding or doing anything unlawful like drinking and driving.For the next few days I was up to my eyes in arranging the funeral and such like. Martin Hodge, the odious brother, had turned up but spent most of the time closeted. So she went to the one place she knew had all the answers…. “Google” … and after a couple of hours she landed on “seeking arrangement.com”, she made an account and started looking for prospective partners. After weeding out many fake and desperate profiles, she came across a profile. It was of a student, she was 18 years old , had a moderate Gothic look going on with her attending a university mastering in computer security. This particular uni was a 10-minute drive from her apartment, so she. Mujhe v maja aa hi raha tha .maine apni aankhe band karke maja le rahi thi.Achanak usne meri boor se lund nikala or uspe thook laga ke meri gaand me ghusane laga maine kaha yaar avi boor choda hi nahi thik se tab tak gaand marne jaa rahe ho wo bola aaj to din bhar teri leni hai meri marji jo chodoon. Gaand me jab lund gaya to dard to bahut hua par mai jaanti thi ki suru suru me jab land ghusta hai tabhi dard hota hai bad me boor se v jada maja aata hai.Jab uska pani girne wala tha to mujhe.