Pani piun to tichakade baghat ubha rahila. Tyane parat pathivarun haat phiravla. “what are you doing”? Ti jar a ragane mhanali. Mala vatla aata sh...kh mela. Pan to sabhya chera karun bolala”tumhi badan khup sundar aahi”. Mavshi tycha sabhya chehara baghun thodi shant zali. Nanar to tyacha kholit aala. Me pan pathopaat aalo. “bas itkach” me bolalao. “tumi baghat raha ti swatach tayaar hoil. Raatri ti jevan deun geli pan sarav nehmi sarkh hota. Dusrya divshi duparparyat sarva kalchya sarkhach zal.. I want you to be honest with yourself first. If that means leaving and not talking to me again, I’ll get over it. But while you stay, you should know there are two distinct parts of me. The physical, act before you think, ‘me’. And then there’s the mental ‘me’; the part that thinks first, and remembers my responsibilities before I am tempted to act. It’s a balancing act sometimes.” “The second part is an important part. I couldn’t be with someone whose second part wasn’t strong,” Elaine. I held up my arms crossed in front of my face as if warding off the shot to come.Larry hadn't shot yet. I glanced at him and turned back to the display hoping this would work. I touched the ruby crystal thinking about how I looked normally. I tried to remember all of the details down to freckles, glasses, geeky hair and toenails. In an instant there was a picture of me on the screen. I glanced fearfully back at Larry. He just gestured threateningly with the rifle at the box. I touched the. He buried his face into my sweaty tits and began thrusting like a lion, “Yesssss, yesssss, yesssss!” I squealed. “Oh no! Oh shit! Oh no!” he gasped as I recognised that familiar warm feeling as he flooded my cunt with his spunk. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” he shook his head, as he withdrew his shrinking cock from my dripping pussy. My heart was banging like a drum and I was still in need of a good fucking. I looked up, to see him look at his watch and say, “I’m sorry about that. I may as well go.