They pour long draughts of wine into my mouth, laughing at my sloppy eagerness as it spills down my chest. The widow loves pulling at my tail while I ...uck her friend. I particularly relish fucking the farmer’s comely widow while eyeballing that Studebaker through the bedroom window as it shines dully in the moonlight. I love that truck and Jorgensen knew it, the cocksucker. I bellow in ecstasy from wine and hot pussy in a sad imitation of singing, braying triumphantly at my inner satyr's annual. Because I was in love with her but she was my best friend only. Par humari is friendshipse bhi bahot log jalate the aur kyu na jale woh dikhane me thi hi esi ki koi bhi usake sath sex karana chahe par woh kisise bat tak nahi karati thi sex to duraki bat thi but me usake bahot karib tha. Hum same clg me the jo ki humare gharse approx 25 km dura tha. isliye hum train se ate jate the hum ekhi clg bus se jate the, I was in love with Priyanka par wo meri friend hone ke karan me kabhi use bata nahi. Phir next day uska phone aya to meine use kha treat to wo khnae lagi le loo to main evening show movie dekhna ka program bnaya or hum movie dekhne gye hall mein koi kash rush nahi tha humne last row mein corrner seat le lee. Movie dekhne laghe movie mein ek kiss sean aa gya mene use kha kitne maje se le rahe ha to wo khane lagi aap bhi to lete hoge meine kha abhi tak to lee nahi agar tum do to jaroor luga usne koi response nahi diya or movie dekhne lagi tori der ke bad himmat karke mein uska. But the gods of Troy wanted vengeance. The survivors of Troy would need a protector. Helen of Troy was called from the grave to ensure that survival. Walter was nodding off. His coffee was about to spill. The light was fading. Roberto was building up the fire. "What was that sound?" Julie asked. "ILAN! ILAN! ILAN!"The taste of soil returned. The weight of the earth was crushing her once again. The voices had sent her back into her memories to give her a taste of the glory she'd once known and.