Wo karhane lagi. Maine uske shorts and t shirt utar diye and usne meri t shirt utar difir maine use niche letaya and ek saath uske ander chala gaya wo...uchak gayi and halka sa chikhi. Fir mai dhakke marne laga to karhane lagi bad ko kas ke pakad liya dono sides se boli plz tez karo mai dheere hi raha ,,, boli mat tadpao,,, mai phir bhi dhere raha…dhere dhere strokes lagata raha wo apni chot ko kasne lagi. Kaafi takat thi usme apni chut ko bilkul tight kar liya itta ke mera land bilkul fas kar. She spun away, letting her sweatshirt slide off her arms. Then she began hiking up the hill again, leaving him standing there with her jacket and a boner pushing straight out the front of his shorts like a tent. She felt exhilarated and free walking up the hill again, this time completely topless. She couldn’t remember a time that she let the sun reflect on her breasts directly. She saw that the sun was higher in the air and the paths around her were still empty allowing her to enjoy herself. "Well, let's see how things look after we get this plug out..." With a pop the plug left my body, and I felt strangely empty. Neither man said a word, but I felt a finger circle my tender hole. "Ah, she's got a nice little gape going already," Mr. Decker remarked."May I?" I heard Richard ask, and Mr. Decker replied. "Of course." I tensed, and earned a sharp pinch on one of my cheeks. Mr. Decker's tone was reproving. "Richard is a guest, slut, and I expect you to treat him with respect and. When he tried to stand, he realized he wasn't strong enough to do it for long, so he lowered himself to his knees, and again crawled, this time remaining on his knees, and slowly exited the bathroom, dreading what he was going to encounter.Again he was assaulted by the horrendous smell, a combination of acidic urine, dried feces and the decay of what had been the loves of his life. As he passed the first bed, he glanced up, seeing the deceased form of Ellen. Her skin was sunken, cracked, and.