Woh mere lind ko hila rahi thi or main uske nipples ko chus chus ke lal kar raha tha. Fir uske navel pe kiss karta hua iski jangho pe aya or lick karn... laga or uaki chut.ko sehlane laga woh.mera muh pakad ke apni.chut ki taraf le ja rahi thi.Or jaise hi maine uski gori shaved pussy pe apni jeebh lagayi woh to ek dum pagal si ho gayi or mere muh ko apni chut me dalne lagi. Dosto mujhe chut chusna boht pasand hai or chut ka ras pina bhi. 5 min bad uaka shareer akadne laga or main smjh gya ke she. The allure of wrinkle free, bunching free, inexpensive leg wear proved extremely popular putting a colossal dent into all preceding forms of established hosiery manufacture. From the time of their original inception back in 1940, stockings had changed little. At that time they were “fully fashioned”, created in a wide variety of sizes to fit the leg exactly and knitted together down the back showing a seam. During the time when nylon stockings were hard to come by, women had become quite. From a distance....her long straight hair flying across just brushing my face in the most softest of ways.and the warmth of her body just reaching out to me as we both leaned on the bike standing besides each other ....suddenly it seemed the vast array of subjects we often discussed upon so endlessly were closed. The vocabulary diminished or faded and silence became the new subject of the present situation.We stold there simply gazing at the distant city lights experiencing the closeness and. I share a look with the cat. We don’t like each other, the cat and me. But we share a common dread of the roommate. In a glance my attempt to quell the turmoil is acknowledged by the small black and tan feline. The glance seems in essence to say, ‘Thank you for trying.’ It is brief before the cat forgets entirely what’s been going on and goes to play with a ratty bit of shoelace tied to a drinking straw. Today is a day for writing. I grab a pad and jot down ideas in my room, ignoring the.