Old Blue humped, his cock plowing the air impatiently.He loved getting his cock sucked.He loved fucking women, too, but fucking a woman was not awfull... different from fucking a female dog. Their cunts felt pretty much the same. But Old Blue had never yet met a bitch that knew how to suck a cock the way a human woman could. He knew a French poodle who liked to lick his cock but even she didn't take his prick into her mouth and give his cock a thorough milking. Human girls were lucky to have. I have been lost in dreams, in dreams of you, indreams of togetherness.Love--I do not understand it. It consumes me, abandons me, beckons me,saddens me, disappoints me, arouses me. But, then, a breakthrough: arealization. Love is an idea; it is not real. Nothing we think orfeel--especially feel--is real.Only the moment is real. The now. The incident and the event are real,but only as long as they happen, for memories, also, are unreal.Very well. Let me explain. Perhaps an example will help. My. Ajay ne apni speed bada li or jor jor se chodne laga.Itne me uske dost lund hilate hue aye or bole kya randi h ye nast fasayi h ajay aj badia chodenge ise me darr si gai pr ajay chodta rha or bola iss randi ka to wo haal krunga ye soch bhi ni payegi sali randi tbhi smjh gya tha jb ye pant utar kr shorts pehni ye rand bht jordaar h.Uske sare dost hasne lage ajay ne apni speed bada di or me utne me jhad gai or wo mere andr khali ho gya or mujhe chhod dis me zamib pr gir gaiA: lo toot pado randi. There were plenty of Suburbans for us to get around in. The last two flights to Turkey had dropped off sixteen of them along with tons of other freight for the new training center. The early deliveries had been stored in the hangar at Lisbon International.Most of it had made the move to the new complex. A lot of it was electronics for the command and communications centers that we had to build at the Pact countries. Two of Roberts’s men had been here almost from the beginning making sure the.