“i’m about to cum honey”, i yelled out. “wait for me, papa… please”, she replied. I used one of my hands to rub her choot, and then i put ...wo fingers in and started to finger fuck her cum filled honey pot. Veena was screaming with ecstasy now as the phone started to ring. Veena dropped her head onto the pillow as i picked up the phone, with one hand still rubbing her choot.I picked up the phone. It is subhash on the wire..”hello… Kaun subhash?… Don’t worry … yes she’s taking very good care of. She is Gujju and I am also Gujje so she said tamari mumy nathi ghare? (Tumhari mom nahi he ghar me?) mene kaha nahi wo to nahi he boliye tab usne bola mere bete ki birthday party he kal sham ko 7:00 baje aap sab aajana mene unse puchha k kahan rahete ho aap so she said aapke samne hi to raheti hu aapko pata nahi aisa bolke usne apni aankhe tedi kar k mujse puchha mene kaha nahi sorry muje malum nahi tha k aap yahin raheti ho me mummy ko bata dunga then wo ok bol k chali gai. Meri mumy aur bhai. As we rode in silence I thought of this. I was not a therapist but was a student of human observation. I thought I understood what made people tick. I could look at someone in a monitor and in many cases sense that I needed to continue to watch that person. It is a sixth sense that many in law enforcement pick up over a period of time. It's hard to explain to a judge why you were observing one particular guy in a crowd of people when you don't really understand it yourself.Natty and Suzie had. I've already suffered though each of the plagues, and survived. I'm no longer contagious, which you'd know if you'd been listening to our broadcasts. While I don't expect you to believe me, trying to kill me would mean killing one of the only people looking for a way out. That's even stupider than trying to get yourself shot or not preparing for the future. You've got to stop thinking about what you've lost and consider what's best for everyone's survival. The continued survival of humanity as.