“Not what?” Michael asked as he arrived in front of our apartment, stopping the car.“He’snothunglikeafuckinghorsethewayyouare!” I blurted ou... at top speed, feeling my face turn to fire as I undid the seatbelt, fidgeted awkwardly with the lock and then finally managed to free myself from the car without even saying goodbye.Even after I stepped inside the apartment I could still hear Michael laughing his damned ass off.Jerk. Hung, well-endowed, donkey-dicked jerk.Well, that cat was out of the. I want to share a true and real incident happened between me and my mom a couple of months ago. Each and every part of this story mentioned below is true. I haven’t skipped any part of the real incident so it has become a little bit longer. I hope you all like it.We belong to a middle-class family where my father is the sole earner. My mom’s name is Neeta and she is very beautiful and quite conservative. She is very shy and mostly wears Indian wears like saree, salwar, and traditional dress.. "No!" she cried. "No! Get away from me." She pummeled his chest with her hands. David was too shocked to believe her actions. "Get off me!" She was shouting loudly enough to attract attention, now.He backed away but she followed, trying to hit him, but he blocked most of her punches with his arms.The band stopped and somebody called for the house lights. A trio of bouncers appeared and separated the two: David not putting up a fight, Alex going nuts."What happened, sir?" one of them asked."We. He didn’t even know what she looked like, but she had described herself as a short redhead with blue eyes and a curvy body. He wondered if he’d be able to resist touching her. He wanted to be gentleman, but all he could think about was wanting to rip off her clothes and ram his cock into her.Then Josh saw her. Lizzy. His Lizzy, as he had already begun to think of her. She was standing at the front of the restaurant, scanning the room with big blue eyes. Once they landed on his face, she smiled.