They had tribes: jealousy, suspicion, fear, insecurity. They'd harried him mercilessly as a teenager; less so in his college years; yet strongly again...when he first started dating Jennifer. Happily, as their love grew, so grew the wall. Eventually, the barbarians were shut out.Shut out. Forgotten. But not destroyed; no. In the wild, dark lands behind the wall, the barbarians lived on.A successful software engineer, Mike was very intelligent—and so were his demons. Over the last many weeks, odd. So we met after a few days in Indore but it was all about holding hands and walking in the Regional Park (a place famous for make outs, but we didn’t). She lived in Indore but her hometown was same as mine (Gwalior). On Dussehra vacations, we decided we would go home together by train. On the travel day, she came to Ujjain in the morning itself and we decided to go for a movie, “Besharam”. I booked corner seats and we settled in. The movie started, watched till the first half. The second half. .Wo… aaahhaaa ahhhhh maaaa ….. aaauuchh kar ke chillane lagi…..Mai apna land meri behan ki chot me dale jar aha tha….Meri behan bhi apni gand uchkaar apni chot me mera land le rahi thi….Meri behan ki chot se paani nikalne laga….Aur wo chat patane lagi….Maine apna land uski chot se nikala aur use ghodi ban ne ko kaha….Shweta…meri sagi behan apni moti aur badi badi gaand uchi kar ke baith gayi….Aur boli bhaiyya aao ab maar lo apni sagi behan ki moti gaand….Maine apna land meri behan ki gand me. Without any commanding words from Amy I was pushed back downonto the chair with the butt plug wriggling around in my tightlittle hole. The blue bag on the table, however, was still notempty. It was Jess who put the KY Jelly bottle down on the tablenext to the bag, reaching inside the bag a second later.This time out of the bag was a choker collar of the non fashionshop variety. It was black PVC on the outside, but as it was puton tight around my neck, I noticed it had balls like a pearlnecklace.