..mujhe uski chut dikh hi nahi rahi thi, dikh raha tha to sirf uska ass hole...maine turant meri bich ki ungli uske gaand me ghusaai aur wo aaaaahhhhh... karne lagi.main itna paga tha ki maine bina koi rahem kiye mera bulla hath me pakda aur jorse shila ke gaand me ghusa diya.....shilpa chillayi aur pillow ko muh me dabake chabane lagi....fir maine aaram se mera lund bahar khicha aur phir jorse uske gand me ghusaya....''aajse tum mere gandu ho...chod meri gand ko chodo ahhhh me chinaal hu tumhari. I’ve been starting to think my marriage may have been a mistake, and I’m not sure I can tolerate it any more.’ Peter, surprised by the intimate nature of what she was saying, nodded and stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the flow of conversation. Bonnie seemed to need to talk and he thought the best thing he could do was let her. ‘It’s gotten to the point where I’ve been considering taking steps to end it. My marriage, I mean,’ she continued. She took a deep breath, then looked at him. ‘Am I. Turning him on was such fun, although -- after last night -- it probably wasn't necessary.Anyway, these jeans had been a struggle. They weren't really picnic clothes. She had better get all the use out of them that she could.They were hot and sweating before they stepped into the relative coolness of the woods. The clearing with the spring and the mint was much smaller than she remembered. Maybe she was bigger; maybe she wasn't counting the pool and the brook this time. The woods were quiet. A. "The Black Goat's Egg?" She read out the title of his book."Yes, are you familiar with Takatsuki's work?" He asked, barely managing to stutter out the words as his heart pounded in his chest."I've read some of her novels before." The woman gave him an alluring smile that only served to draw Kaneki further under her spell. "She certainly writes about some interesting scenarios." Kaneki was sure he was supposed to respond, but he merely stared at her, enthralled with the knowledge that she too.