.meri chut ik dum clean shaved thi jisse usko pata chal gaya ki main ikm chalu ladki hun…usne mere daane par apna haath lagaya or thoda ragra ..main...aise hi neend mein thoda ahhh..ahhh…kiya… Use laga ki mujhe behoshi mein bhi thoda pata chal raha hai..lakin usne phir jatt se meri chut mein thookh lagaya aur apna lund ka sir chut ke muhn mein rakh diya aur ik hi jatka diya ki poora lund aaram se andhar chala gaya…use kaafi maaza aaya or mujhe bhi uske lund ka swaad mila..phir usne meri tangen. My phone buzzed again " Where are you? Your late " oh bugger my tennis match ... " Be there in 15 mins" ran down the hall put on my tennis dress grabbed socks, sports shoes, and tennis bag got in the car and drive to the club. The other ladies were hitting up , waiting for me, after short greetings exchanged , the match started. We are all very competitive no love lost during the game, my partner Lucy and i exchanged banter, and chit chat during the first set which we lost 6-4, the second set. .. how's noon sound?" Noon is good for me. What's come over you? You never invite me to lunch." I'm trying to be a good husband, Argie." Hmmph," she sniffed, obviously not believing him."I know, I know," he protested, "All my fuckin' around hasn't been good for either of us. But we're growing apart and I don't want that. I don't think you do either," he added lamely, hoping desperately that she agreed."You made your bed!" Argie spat out as her anger returned."Argie, wait!" He wailed, thinking. A symbol. No cape. Always thought them ridiculous. Fuck. I feel young again, but it’s a nice place to retreat sometimes when you need it… a decent place. When everything isn’t so loud and awful.“Whatcha drawing this time, big guy?”Heart punches ribs with quick, hard-hitting jabs: one, two, one, two. Thump. Thump. Thump. I’m on the ropes against Mike Tyson, battling specters of the past I thought I’d already knocked out.POP!Pride and decorum fly out the window and I bolt up for the door. But the.