Par us din budhe ne bua ko baccha liya, uske do din tak sab thik tha, par job ek din saman lane budhe ne paas ek goan ko gaya tha, raat ko chala gaya,...toh ek hi lanthan thi, tuh budha use le gaya, toh bua nangi ho kor maham bati loga ke so gayi par job morning mein uthe wo dekh ke heran ho gayi sath se aath sanp unke upper the ,do tin unko gher ke chal rahe the, us din bua pura dopher tak wese hi soi thi,wo sab boobs se dudh pite the, do sanp toh chut ke ander aadh ghus gaye the, sab aay ke bua. ”Eli stood and waved to indicate everyone gathered. “Before we start,” he said, completely dropping his accent, “these people saved several lives at the Beans of a Feather today.”“That was your place?” Zita asked, leaning back on the couch and sipping her drink. “I heard about the accident, and some accidental hero, but no one mentioned it was your shop. Those jerks never tell me nu’thin’!”“This is gonna be tricky, ‘cause of all the double names. This is plain ‘Al’, his sister, Betty or Be,. I examined it and when hishand pushed my head closer, I found myself naturally kissing andlicking it.He taught me how to suck cock that night and sucked me as well.We hiked another day and once again stripped naked to make our campthe next night. He had me bend over and began to finger my butttelling me about how men who didn't have women around found pleasurein each other. Uncle Jon said the old sailors, cowboys, mountain men, prisoners,military and other groups of men did it..but most of them. .. yes, Barry." You've got a printer, don't you?"That was a sudden change of topic. What was going on?" ... yes." Good! Then print out these files. You can stop fingering yourself while you do."He sent her five files. She turned on her printer and opened the first file. It was a photo of her black friend, Keisha. Keisha was wearing a bikini and looking at the camera with a serious expression. The photo was from Facebook but it had been edited. Barry had added the word SLUT in red letters over.