. “Could be she used to party with The Clash, you know. That’d be something.” Nodding, Joey’s words not really reaching me, I opened the noteb...ok to the first page tentatively, a little knot of uneasiness in my belly. It was all there in black and white. Helen Newton. Feb. 67-Nov. 67. “Bit invasive,” I muttered, slowly turning the page, turning myself so that my back was to my boyfriend, only half aware of gnawing at my lower lip as I perused her first entry. “Fuck me. Gran was hippy. Listen. I could still hear slightly heavy breathing from the 2 girls. I knew this was an opportunity not to miss. I immediately put each of my hands on each of the girl’s thighs and rubbed it. They just started breathing heavier. I told them how about we go sit on the sofa and study. So I took both of them by their hands to the sofa where I put my hands again on their thighs and this time started to move it up and under their shirt skirt. One of them started arching backward while the other just pushed. ” I bet you a really dirty submissive bitch and a dirty submissive bitches love Dixie biscuits." I looked at him with a puzzled face. “Do you know what a Dixie biscuit is?” I shook my head no. “It is a dick is dirty from fucking an ass.” With that he pulled out and got up. Told me to get on the floor on my knees and I did as told. He brought his dick close to my face. “Where has my dick been bitch?” “My ass sir.” I looked at is Dixie biscuit then looked at him as he pushed his. Bada sa room tha aur sabke alag alag palang Beeche the mausi mujhe litaya aur kaha Vicky tu let main Zara susu ker aaon.Unke bistar per let ker main naadan soch raha tha ke ab kya hoga kyuki mujhe sex ke baare main kuch bhi nai pata tha…mujhe Chut land ka bhi nai pata tha…per ek Anjani see gudgudi poore jism main dor rahee thee…aur mera char inch ka Lund anayas angdai le raha tha…mujhe ummeed thee hona to kuch zabardust wala hai…sochte sochte meri aankh lag gayee…kuch der baat jab meri aankh.