Keeping my toes pointed at the ceiling, I trace the outline of your tiny body with the heel of my shoe. You lie rigidly on the floor, terrified of wha... may happen next, afraid of risking my wrath by moving. The stiletto heel drags along your head, down the outside of your arm and back up the inside. I give you a little jab in your armpit before reversing direction and tracing along your chest, your ribs, and the outside of your right leg. I reverse direction once again as I begin to sc****. Or zor se or phir me khada hua or bhabhi ko ulta kiya or unki gand pe sarso ka tel lga diya or Phir gand k ched pe apna lund rakh k jhatka mara to bhabhi chikpadi….aeeeeeeeee tiger mar gyi…..Plz bahr nikalo lund ko…. To me thodi der rukne k bad phir ek jhatka mara to or lund ander gya to bhabhi or chikhi….ahhhhhhh aeeeeeee ueeeeee ahhhhhhhh mar gyi….Phir mene bina der kiye or ek jhatka mara to pura lund bhabhi ki gand me sama gya or bhabhi chikhi….ahhhhhhhh tiger plz nikal lo…..ueeeeeee. The orange flames started to illuminate the room and flicker to life like it was a real fire. Orange washed over the apartment, the light bathing my leather couch and the recliner chair to the right of it in the same light. Closing my eyes and letting my head fall back and rest against the top of the couch, the heat started to tickle my body and washing away the prospect of a Christmas by myself. My eyes opened and I pushed myself up to my feet. Walking back to the entrance to my apartment, my. That marijuana was nasty stuff for the acetone dissolved some of the plastic bucket and left holes in the plastic sheeting. His druggie friends said they refused to smoke that marijuana mixture, so the investigators suspected that Kevin wasn't all there.Once the drug and plastic laced marijuana dried, he placed a fire log in each of several plastic trash bags. He then added a large amount of the marijuana to the bags and rolled them up.On his birthday, Kevin took his homemade smoke bombs to our.