Us kee gandd bhee bahut mast thee. Par mera interest uskee motte mummoo aur garam chut mee thaa. Vo pahle bhee kabhee isharee kartee thee par maa dart... thaa. Par aaj kee ghatnaa mere dimaag par apnaa rang jamaa chukee thee.Aglee din Soumya nishit samay par mere se milnee aye..atee hee mujh se jor se chipat gayee aur khushee kee mare jor jor se ronee lagee.. bole Deepak to itnaa budhuu haa kee mere isharee jo mee tujhee 2-3 maheenoo se de rahee hoo to unkoo nashee samjha. Mee bola Soumya mee. She shuddered over me, her ass clenched before my eyes. She wiggled from side to side, letting Clint's cum spill out of her.“Mmm, thrust those anal beads into her ass,” Melody moaned. “And you, slut, ride that dildo. I want you gasping and moaning and cumming. You know you want to cum.”“I do,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she rose up the shaft. It shifted on my clit. “I want to cum so badly.”She slammed down it, grinding the dildo's base into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned into my. I also had a long conversation with the computer. Apparently, my future self, at one point, had taken the option of eliminating severe threats to his safety. This meant I was going to do the same, most likely. It was something I had thought about off and on, but I saw no way out of it. I just didn't want to become so used to simply killing, or storing people in the 'between', that I became complacent. I didn't want to become the same as those I feared.I also had a discussion with Courtney,. The problem was that somehow I'd already left the road apparently, so at least I now knew that I didn't know where the hell I was. As you can see except for where Mary was concerned I was extremely optimistic so I just started walking again; and the snow got thicker and piled up deeper. I was so cold after a while that I hoped my fingers would just drop off so they wouldn't hurt any more. Then I started thinking that in just a few more yards I'd be home and Mary would make me feel all better,.