.uskee chut kaafi gili ho gayee thee..aur pach pch ke aavaaz aa rahee thee niche see..wo gand se hil hil kar aavaaze nikaal rahee thee aah aah aah yes...yes fuck me.aur main b mast chudaai kar raha thaa..15-20 min kee chudaai main wo 2 baar zhaad gayee thee aur main b ab apnaa paani chhorne wala thaa maine bol diya chut main hee paani daal doonga tum goliya khaa lenaa..:)wo maan gaye aur maine apnaa garam paani us keee chut main chhooor dia..aur hum kiss karte hue lete rahe..maine sochaa kee ye. I wouldnt if I were you. He looked sheepish, Oh, um sorry about that. Youd better apologise to Angie not me. Oh, okay. He picked up his pint and drank some beer. It was a good ten minutes before Angie returned to the table. I looked at my watch and thought it time to return to our room. Angie was still crimson and she wouldnt look at Sid. I suppose Id better take you up to bed, Angie? The music was beginning to wind down and the crowd was thinning out so I suppose it was that time. Then Sid. But when Timothy their son was only thirteen years old, James was killed by a drunk driver on his way home from work, leaving her to finish raising him alone. Emily never remarried–there just was no one who could possibly replace her James.Tim was a good son and he could have very easily slipped off the path and wound up like a lot of his classmates; smoking, drinking, and getting into all sorts of trouble. But he didn't. He somehow sensed that his mother depended on him to toe the line and he. "It was a huge risk." Life is about taking risks. We can't always play it safe," Tim smiled. "My father knew that better than anyone." Well," I said as I stood up. "The company is yours again." Ours," Tim said as he gave me a folder. "Read it with your assistant tomorrow."I took in hand and started to open it. "Tomorrow," Tim said, staring at me. "You have done enough for the day."I nodded my defeat and put the folder away in my briefcase. "Tomorrow."~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~I arrived at.