. bouch ….bouch….Aur apni ungli se aunty ki chut sahala ne laga…. kafi pani nikal raha tha…ahh …aissssssss….karke aunty siskiya le rahi th...….. fir thodi der baad aunty ne muje roka aur platform se utar k freez k paas gai aur vaha se chusne vala aam le aaii…aur muje nanga hone ho kaha … mene barmuda pahna tha… mene utar diya….Mera lund akdam tight ho gaya tha… unhone mere lund k upar aam ka raas laga diaya…. Aur fir mere lund ko chusne lagi…ahhhhhhh ahhhhh …..me jor se chillaya… Vo mere lund ko. "Oh, we aren't going to the restroom dear, that was just polite table conversation. We are going someplace entirely different". At the end of the hallway was a brown door with an emergency exit sign just above, Patty pulled the door open wide, and escorted me inside. We were in a small stairwell that appeared to go to the roof, I could see streetlight and snow through the window in the door at the top of the short flight of stairs. Patty closed the door and bared it shut with a grunt. . What I offer is just what is right. I just want to make things better for them and for you."Now I know you should, if you haven't already done so, applied for social security for the two. If not, Mrs. McNarry should be able to help you with those papers. I've collected some money to help with the expenses of moving and rental of storage, if needed. As Mrs. McNarry is working as our legal representation she can help with collectors that are over zealous and demand to be paid right now."Dani. 'Fucking hell, she works in a stripper's pub, what the fuck?' I thought about it as I took the beers back to my friends. I didn't really hear what they were saying because I now had the Nelson pub on my mind.Wednesday afternoon came quite quickly; I left work, went home, and had a shower. I then had a shave, put on my smart white t-shirt and a lemon coloured LaCoste cardigan, a pair of tight Wrangler jeans, and I sprayed myself with some Hai Karate aftershave. I still lived at home with my Mum..