A beer sounded nice and cold, refreshing even.She didn’t want refreshing-she wanted something with bite. She pulled the top off of the vodka and suc...ed greedily at it, wondering how long it would take for fire to fill her belly, for the edges of the world to blur. Staring over the railing at the motorcycle on the floor of the garage, Dana poured a tiny bit of vodka over the railing, watching it splash on the cold concrete.“For Alex.” She drank again, stopping herself before she took it too far.. Bla bla bla….PR mera dhyaan toh kahi aur Hi tha ….Aunty ke momos. ..aunty ki navel …Aunty ki chuut :) bs Aunty Hi aunty thi mere khyalo me…Me toh bs raat hone ka intejaar kr raha tha … Raat ko summers me hum chat PR sote he in the open sky … Mja aata he bohot you must try. .. Fir shaaam hogai …khana ban ne lga raat ke liye …. Me baar baar kuch na kuch banana lekr kitchen me jaara tha … Aur meri aunnty samjh Hi gai thi ki me unke liye hi aara hu baar baar … Wo bs smile deti thi …. Hum baat bhi. He grunted as again he pounded down into myspasming pussy. My bottom rose off the bed to meet histhrust and the massive shaft buried itself deeper intome. My cries became inaudible as my breath was takenaway by the unbelievable fullness crammed into mystretched and quivering pussy. With my throatconstricted in response to the pain, I screamedsoundlessly each time he gored into me. My thrusting hips met each sharp piercing, making eachfierce thrust drive his great cock deeper into myaching. They said that they had lost one son they weren’t going to lose another one.’ Esther felt the hot tears cascading down her cheeks. She felt the unknown couple’s pain, it was her own. ‘You were lucky to have one another, Sergeant.’ His grey-blue eyes met hers. ‘Yes, ma’am. I was. They were the parents I never had. Miss Lula died about five years ago. Breast cancer. Mister Clyde sold the farm then, because he could no longer work it and there was no one to pass it on to. Billy’s only sister had.