Poori duniya pe raaj karte hain. Bistar par apni patniyon ko garam nahin kar sakte. Saale poora land andar dala nahin kie pus ho gaye. Jee chahta hai ...e inhe goli maar dun.” [yes. I know their bedroom story. Fuckin men! They rule the whole world. Only on bed they can’t make their wives hot. Fuckers. Before inserting their entire dicks inside they’re over with ejaculation. I wish I can shoot each one.]I was aroused. My Bala also is such a nut. Bastard. He must be shot. I thought, I must fuck my. Maine bhi socha chalo ek teer to nishane pe laga main solve kar ke boli ho gaya. Vo hadbada kar pooch kkkhahin problem to nahi hui main has kar boli nahi.Isi tarah kar ke 5 din ho gaye aur roz raat bhabi poochti ki baat kahan tak paunchi. Fhir ek din main jab vo mujhe padha raha tha to us , din thand jyada pad rahi thi. Aur maine bhi sirf skirt aur thirt pehn rakhi. Main chair par baithe -2 kaamp rahi thi to vo bola thand jyada lag rahi hai to apne legs rajai main daal lo maine mana kar. Crouched behind the counter, Christi rocked back and forth on her heels, praying for this to be a bad dream and to survive this horrible ordeal.“Die, you son of a bitch!” Christi heard, recognizing the voice.Daring a look, she saw the manager of the gun store, Ted, appear from the hunting section with a shotgun in hand, still tagged from the rack. An old man with thinning white hair, Christi knew him as a very kind person, loved by everyone. Now he was foaming at the mouth, blinded by rage.. I asked him why, I can see your bra he replied, I pulled down the zip on my blouse, and took if off, now you can see it better I said. It was a lacy bra and I know that he would be able to see my nipples pushing through. Are you going to undo any more zips he said, as he leaned into me and kissed me, I opened my mouth and his tongue quickly came in. I felt his hands on my bra, touching my breasts, Yes I said, he moved back expecting me to pull down the zip on my skirt, but instead I grabbed his.