Until I find a wayI will say the only words I know thatYou'll understand.Michelle, my belle.Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble, Très bien ens...mble.I need to, I need to, I need to.I need to make you see, Oh, what you mean to me.Until I do I'm hoping you willKnow what I mean.I love you...I want you, I want you, I want you.I think you know by nowI'll get to you somehow.Until I do I'm telling you soYou'll understand.Michelle, my belle.Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble, Très bien. And my frens she closed her eyes and took a deep breath Wow my heart and cock sprang to attention again to find that she is really turned on by smelling my cum on the panty.She stood there for 2 minutes all the while smelling the panty and now she was trembling.After that she went in the room and came to my room after 5 minutes with a loose saree and a low cut sleeve less blouse and sat beside me and started talking to me but all the while she never discussed the wet patch on her panty.After a. I had suddenly trouble turning the next page and the pen fell out of my hand. I lost control over some or all of my muscles.Suddenly it got dark as someone pulled a bag or pillow case over my head. I had absolutely no strength to fight them. Whoever was doing this pulled some draw string to prevent the bag to come off. I tried to yell but not much came out. I knew what was happening. It had begun but instincts kicked in and I tried to fight but to no avail.There had to be at least three of. Damn, did life ever deal me a bad hand. I had to get out of the fucking city. I called dad and asked if I could come home. All I had left was JJ and my family. Of course dad said we were more than welcome. Maria and I didn’t have any insurance so it took what little savings we had to bury her. Little JJ who was now three and I took what belongings we had left and headed back to the country where we belonged. It sure was nice being back here at home. It just felt right, standing here having a.