Me samjh gai ki wo dar gaya hai to usse boli . bhai ye kaam ladkiyo ka hai or tera kaam wo hai jo bhaiya tere sath kar rahe the .Thoda sa bada hoja fi... tu ladkiyo se pyar karega to tujhe maja ayega ye kaam jo tu kar raha hai ye ganda hai . wo kuch nhi bola bas chup chap meri baat sunta rha.Me kya hua dar mat me tujh per gusa nhi kar rhi hu bhai . or fir mahol ko halka karne ke liye boli acha tu ye bata tujhe koi ladki pasand hai or halki c gud gudi uske pet me kar diUsne haste hue uper dekha .. That's when I first started hearing voices in my head.They were faint and garbled to begin with. My first thought was that they were somehow related to the skull splittingly painful ache on, and in, the side of my head. But gradually they got louder and clearer, and once I could make out their words it became apparent that they were talking to me. My second thought was that it was all part and parcel of the Voice's plan to get me to talk.I scrapped that notion when I realized that these voices. 2 months aise hi chaltha raha hum ek dusare ke puri jankari le chuke the aur full close hone lage.Ek din usne bellary ko ayi thi shopping karne ke liye us din Shabana muje uske parents se mulakath Kiya, yeh bolke ki my uska junior hu uske collage. Muje bahut acha laga aur my uske family ko jabardasthi se mere ghar le chala aur mere mom aur dad se mulakath Kiya.Hum dono ek dusare se bhai behan jaise rahathe the. My Shabana ko didi boltha tha. Hum dono ke family log bahut khush hogaye hum dono. After a while, Rodrigo needed a pause (to be honest, my pussy too, but none seemed to care about me - all they wanted was a pussy fag to use) so I was turned over on my back, and Doug (after some begging) started fucking me, with my legs pinned around my ears, a pillow behind my back and my fag ass up in the air, spread and ready to be fucked.And, while Doug was pumping me, the first guy decided it was a good time to fuck my face (remember, I'm pinned on my back, no free will, ass being pumped.