"If you're going to give orders, give ones that make sense," he griped, when he heard her reenter the room."Shut up," she told him in a sharp voice."W...at do you mean telling me to ... oh no!" he grunted. There was the sensation of a long thread being pulled through the flesh on his back. He felt the cold of an alcohol soaked tissue wiping his skin. He felt her squeeze and felt an almost audible "pop." Gotcha," she muttered. She wiped his back clean and told him, try to sit up. She stepped back. Ye randi meri beti hai to sabse pehle isk gand maarne ka hak bhi mera hai. Pls mujhe iski gand marne do. Anil ne uski baat maan li. A mera baap meri hi gand marne ja rha tha. Usne apne lund ko thook se chapet liya tha.Or apna supada mera gand k ched par rakh diya. Usne ek dhakke me poora supada andar kar diya. Meri jaan hi nikal gayi. Me lund ko bahar karne k liye chatpata rhi thi. Mene kaha….. madarchod, apna mota lund apni beti ki choot se bahar nikal…… Mera baap bola….. Are meri rani, tujhme. My head was spinning. You didn't do that on accident. What did she want? Was it what I wanted? She didn't move and her fingers stayed were they were.I couldn't begin to focus on the ending of the movie. I had this sweet, nice, cute as fuck girl in my camper, nearly snuggled into me with her hand grasping my thigh.I moved my left arm; it was now inches from the hand she had on my thigh. My eyes stayed on the movie, but my focus was on the heat building up around me. Time moved slower than I ever. I have only seen my late father when he had a shower; and my brother, who died in Viet Nam, because we use to muck around together. I've never been sure what he did to me was rape or not. He was always hard, too. I never saw him soft. Yet when it was hard, it was smaller than yours is, soft. My girlfriends use to brag how big their boyfriends were. Is it important?" To my experience, no ... look, from what I understand, I've been told by old girlfriends..." Don't you have a girlfriend, now?".