Unhone mera dusra hath uthakar apni bra me daal diya aur kaha,kyon sima ko dukhi kar rahe ho,meri me jo maja hia wo luto.ye sunkar sima bhi uth gayi a...r hum hansne lage.phir to sex parwwan chad gaya.mujhse ruka na gaya.main to jaise sima par tut pada.uski salwar fek di aur uski chut ko chatne laga.bhabhi ne ane sare kapde utar fenke.unka roop dekhkar main hairan rah gaya.maine sima ko chhod diya aur bhabhi ke chutdo ko maslne laga.sima na dekh saki aur wo mera lund chatne lagi.hum tino mast ho. Lots of palms and rocks. No more mowing lawns for me. Another scorcher today, but I love it here.October 10thThe temperature hasn’t been below 35 all week. How do people get used to this kind of heat? At least today it’s windy though. Keeps the flies off a bit. Acclimatising is taking longer than I expected.October 15thFell asleep by the pool yesterday. Got third degree burns over 60% of my body. Missed three days of work. What a dumb thing to do! Got to respect the ol’ sun in a climate like. We lash out, fight back and/or verbally insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually get us into really big trouble. Though we’ll really, really feel bad about it later, at the time, vengeance is the end all be all of our existence. Strangely enough, this time I don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fantasizing about today for the rest of my life. It could have something to do with the fact that I’ll never have the cojones to ever do it again. Or, perhaps it’s because I wreaked. The tradition for the past ten years was that I was to play the part of Santa Claus sometime during the last week of school. I would pose for photos with the students, pass out candy canes, and accept letters that were addressed to the North Pole. I didn’t have the jolly round body of the real Santa, but after my assistants stuffed my suit with pillows and I put on my white beard, I was passable.On Friday morning, I was dressed in my Santa suit and decided to visit April’s Kindergarten class.