Carly had just accidently splurged the false story of rape. She claimed it was on the walk home from her friend’s house several weeks ago; that she ...emembered very little of the traumatizing experience. “I didn’t want to tell anybody because I thought you would never let me do anything again,” she lied, tears dripping from her eyes. “But I’m getting scared,” she continued, “because I’m feeling funny lately, and I didn’t take my pill the last two times because I accidently dropped my last two. Sam looked up at us with his mouth open. “Oh my God! Stan is going to flip out! Would you guys mind terribly, if I went with you for your meeting this morning? I HAVE to see the look on my friends face when he sees these.“Do you know he’s been talking about this house for the last three years? Looking at these elevations, I do believe you’ve captured everything he’s ever dreamed about! Even the bowling alley! He’s always wanted one but didn’t think it was possible. Did he ask you to put one. Mai bola bahot khudak mach rahe hai kya mare jaan so vo boli khudak nahe aggg lag rahe hai mare choot may ab apana ya mota mota lund dal mara ander then mai apna lund us ki choot k beach may ragad na laga or us na mujha ek thpad mara or bola sala harami andar dal or maina ek bahot taz short mara or pura lund ek bar may ander dal diya or vo chila padi sala dihira kar kutta or maina ab us k dono par pakad or upar ki taraf kar k dhera dhera in out karna laga us ki choot brkul gilli the pura lund. In a way it's k**a like a poem or something like that. It's just something i decided to write one day.________________________________________________________________________________As we stand in the shower, water trickling down your forehead from your hair, down past those sweet suculant lips, I gaze into your eyes as I move in closer, wrapping my arms around your body, pulling you closer to me as well. lips locking as our bodies melt together as one. Tongues caressing one anothers as they.