Pagalo ki tarah hum ek dusre ko kiss kar rahe..The…Phir mausi ne roka or hum dono ne kesar doodah piya jo mausi phele se tayar kar chuki thi…Or ma...si ne bola aaj unkki dusri sughrat hai….Phir hum dono ulte hokar ek dusre ka chus rahe the…..Buri tarah se…..Or ek dusre ke muh me jhad gaye….Phir aunty ko chodne ki liye….Unki chut set kiya or ek jhatke me pura ka pura lund dal diya unke muh se jor ki waz nikle….Mar gayi….Mene unke hotho pe apna hoth rakh diya taki ki awaz bahr na ja sake…Or phir. The only two constants were: Rebecca hated her, and she was sucking a lot of penises. The second thing could certainly be considered relative. Even during Rachel’s ‘good’ stretches, the amount of head she gave might eclipse half a high school career for some girls. It wasn’t a secret how she operated, and she’d never intended it to be. But the past two months had been a different animal. She’d seen more belt buckles and made more Ding! noises in her head than she’d ever had during such a time. I noticed that even with all of the washing and cleaning going on, we were nearly full of potable water. There were a few things to do in the engine room, so I went in and began wiping down the two big engines. I went for a bucket and soap to do the walls and floors, as the engines could put a film of oil on everything if you let it go. By the time I had all of that cleaned, it was coming up to noon. I was hungry and would be relieving Chuck soon. You know, I didn't see Dewey or his women. I. I worked from home anyway, and my work provided the most of our household income. Herman had not exactly been poor, and on his death, Pauline had inherited nearly a quarter of a million pounds, about half in cash and the rest in securities and investments, which provided her with a regular quarterly injection of funds. She insisted in sharing her wealth – she said it was because Lindy and I, mainly me, had taken her in and looked after her and her children after Herman died.We found a former.