That meant that everybody who bought this rag, (and those of us who stole it, ) would actually see what he'd done. And he didn't just propose. He wrot... a poem. And it wasn't just any poem. It was a singularly bad poem. You'll never get to see it if I don't repeat it here. Not even Leno would use this stuff. But here it is, so you'll know why I laughed so loud that people came to see what was wrong.Chris, fair Chris, now hear me out,My heart is pining for ya.I am so blue, from needing you,The. I knew that if I touched my 8 inch hard dick - even for a second - I would shoot my load - so I didn't touch my dick at all. That's how sexually charged I was! I sucked his cock for a while and then I took it out of my mouth so I could tell him how much I loved his big black dick and how incredibly wonderful it was to have it in my mouth. Then he talked - dirty talk - and called me a faggot cocksucking bitch and he began to slap my face back and forth with his dick. Then he told me to lick his. It's been a long time since I was able to take such a nice shower. Usually, it's the showers at the YWCA or at a laundromat if you can, and then you don't really want to touch anything! A clean shower is so nice," she said."You're welcome, Becky. I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Becky, come here and sit down here for a minute I want to talk to you." I patted the sofa next to me."Uh… okay… what’s the matter?“ she said, sitting down and looking worried.“Becky, this is going to sound strange and. Ab me sis ko aur nazar se dekhne laga.To mene socha chance lena chahiye to me apne hath ko uski back pe rakha jo khula sthan hota h suit me usne kuch nhi kaha.To me dihire dire uski bach k sahlane lga usne kuch nhi kaha. To meri himmat aur badh gyi.Mene hath ko dhire dire uske boons ki taraf badhaya to ek halki si jhok se mera tath uske boobs pe lag gya. Usne kuch nhi kaha wo bike chalati rahi.Meri himmat aur badh gyi to mene use notis kane ka mn banaya. Me uske boobs pe apna hath le gya sisse.