The instant he opened hisroom door, Vinnie knew he was in trouble. The reason was the smell of...chocolate.Someone had decided on a 'death by chocolat...' breakfast today. Chocolatechip muffins and pancakes, Hot chocolate, even little tubs of chocolatesyrup if you wanted. By the coffee urn there were four bottles offlavoring, one of which was (Of course) chocolate.Vinnie found himself caught in a dilemma. He loved chocolate, but thesmell took him back to his room last night, the dildo in his. Kyee bar jub mien uskey jotey utar rahi hoti to woh ulti kerdeta aour sari sharab uskey pait mien sey nikal key merey aour uskey kapdron ko kharab ker deti.Kaye bar smjhaya key ager hazam na ker sako to mat piya kero, to agey sey jawab deta hey key tumhien kiya pata mehfil mien admi inkar nahien ker sakta. Ab mien pahley wala subash nahien.Ab mujhey cebter ki teraf sey poori support hey.Bus dekhtoi jaow woh din door nahien jab mien bhi manteri ben jaown ga.aour bus aisi batien kertey kertey. ”“Haley, you’re like my sister...” She giggled. “Well, except for that ‘marrying Dad’ thing. Okay, you’re my best friend, too, and I think you’d take MY side if I needed it.”“I would.” I was sincere. The fact of the matter is that I HAVE taken Deena’s side in discussions with Bill about some things going on in HER life.“She accused me of knowing what was going on between you ‘n’ Dad.” Giggle. “I sorta did, but nothing that would hold up in court.”“We tried to hide it. I thought we were doing. I imagined that they werepurple, swollen and pulsating. I was driving through Danbury; it was 2:58 a.m.Halfway there; I'll never make it. Every time my erection would start to go down she would stroke it back tolife. Pre-cum had started to leak and some got on her hand. "Ew", she saidin mock disgust as she wiped the cum on my face. Every time she touched mycock I was begging into my gag. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as we rolledpast Hartford. I truly believed I would go insane before we.