To maine ok kha, or raat ko jab dinner kar rhe the to maine ek ladki ko dekha kya btao yarr kya figur tha uska mast, uska rang bhi bilkul gora tha use...dekh ke to mera khada ho gya tha kya sexy thi yarr vo, usne black jins blacktop dala tha main to use dekhte hi chkra gya….Main bhaga bhaga apne bhai ke pass gya vo kapre badal rha tha main jaa kar unse kha ki bhai bahar aao jaldi to vo bole ki re ruk yarr sans to leleMe:- main bola ki sans lene ka time nhi haiAur maine sari baat btai vo mere sath. The scene filled him with fear, for he had never seen something so real and petrifying. He stared at the face in disbelief for a moment, and then turned away, unable to look any longer. He shivered and cried, his pulse quickened and a cold sweat formed on his brow. When he had regained control of himself, he pulled out his cell phone and called the police. And when Don closed his eyes in bed that night, and every night after that, the image of the indignant corpse with bullet holes on the. It had been meant as a quiet winter break for just the two of us to lick our wounds after my wife had fucked off with her husband.Our parents had left us a cabin up in the wilds after their death and this was going to be only the second time we'd ever used it, neither of us were really into the outdoor stuff, but she'd persuaded me it'd do us good to have a week with no television or telephones.It was a good idea at the time, or at least we thought it was, Christmas in the wilds, fucking. ”“Oh, just leave it to me,” I told her. “Take Davie up to your room and wait for me there.”“Okay,” she said and then sighed. “Come on, Davie.”Davie just blushed and followed after.I headed to the kitchen where my busty friend was fighting with her son. She had a boob job to try and please her husband. Only he still left her for another woman. One younger and with bigger fake tits. Cathy wore a loose bathrobe, her breasts almost spilling out of it as she screeched at her hunky son, Bill. He had.