Oh, sweet Lord! That voice! It is him! It is Daniel! Hurry! Please, God, hurry! The shovel strikes a hollow box. A box of wood. I dig and dig and dig...some more till muscles ache and breath tears from my lungs in ragged scraps. One, two, three times, the blade strikes the timber. On the fourth, it splinters. Prising the blade into the crack, I make a hole about a finger's width. Now I can concentrate on clearing the clay and loam that traps my lover in her premature grave. I'm standing on the. "Jimmy," he spoke a littlelouder.Jimmy opened his eyes. "Is it time?" No, it's still about an hour away," him mom explained. "But youprobably ought to head off to bed. You've had a really big day." No," he whined in the sleepy voice all kids have. "I want to see it."Nancy looked over at Doug for a moment, "Ok, tell you what. You go getready for bed then you can come back, we'll watch the ball drop, we'llhave our toast, and then it's straight off to bed. Deal?"Jimmy nodded sleepily and pushed. Wo samz gayi thi ki wo aram se mann jaye to hi acha hai. Fir meine hotho pe kiss kiyaaur unka suit nikala aur boobs chote hayeee dabaye kyaa chuchi thi uski naram narma. Fir meine uska salwar m hath dla to wo rokne lagi meine ek hat se uske dono hath pakde aur ek hath se uski salwar aur chaddi dono nikal di. Aur bed pe leta diya kya lagg rahi thi .Wo ek dum parii. Chut pe ek bhi baaal nhi uski chut gili ho chuki thi . Meine chut pe kiss kiya to chatpata uthi aut sehm si gayi. Fir meine uski. Beth sank back down on the pole. It was now centered inside her body and stuck halfway up into her chest cavity. She was gasping for air, now, her breasts heaving and her belly contorting as the pole slowly slid up and flattened her esophagus and her windpipe. With every struggling motion Beth made, she slid a little further down on the pole.Unbelievably, she managed to move her neck back enough so she could breathe again, but then the pole slid right up into her throat. Another moment of.