I smile, throwing my arms up in the air and yelling "Goodbye motherfucker!" and blow a kiss towards my way. "Where do I start?" "Anywhere you want." S... you're saying, complete control?" Absolutely."I focus on the mirror, my gaze turning liquid on the surface of the reflection.Who am I? Seeing that I've awoken next to a magical mirror and disemboweled voice of whom I presume to be a goddess, I assume I can be anything I fucking want.Woman? Man? I ponder for a moment, a big smile stretched across. I couldn't keep track of the hands on my body, but one of them drifted down to my crotch as I opened my legs for him to explore my wet pussy. I felt fingers sliding inside me, and wanted to scream! But, restrained myself for fear of calling attention to our private party. At this point I was ready to make our party even more private, and suggested that we return home. The guys quickly agreed and slipped their wet shorts over there bulging packages, the fabric just clinging to their penises. I. . Mounth phele mai aapne ek fb frnd ko aapne ghar la k aya tha or use aapni mom dad se milya tha wo humare ghar se karib 5 km door k hi tha to hum dono mai bhut acchi dosti ho gayi or us k mere ghar ana jana ho gaya wo kabhi kabhi mera na hone mai bhi ane lag gaya kabhi mere maa use markit mai milti to wo maa ki help bhi kar deta tha dhree dhree wo maa se bhut closs ho gaya or maa k no bhi use maa ne da deya tha ye sab mere ko mere us dost ne bad mai batya tha is leye pata hai ek din usne mere. I slit the tape with my Swiss Army knife and carefully opened the flaps. I saw a folded sheet of paper on top, a note from the sender. We read it together: ‘You and the Freak are not welcome here or anywhere! God does not like freaks and Sandy is a freak! Satan sent you here to draw us away from God. Sandy is not human! You both will die if you stay in town!’ Wrapped in bubble wrap beneath the note was a crucifix. Neither of us touched anything inside the box except the note. We talked about.