.." I pursed my lips. "I like it on top." Ah," he nodded and he was so vanilla he probably had a cherry in his pocket.I glanced over at Cheryl, and Da...ren was holding her left hand, palm up and tracing his finger across her skin like he was a fortune teller. It made me wonder a little what was going on, but the woman had relaxed a bit, maybe she'd finally figured out that we could do whatever we wanted with these guys. They had no power over us; none but what we gave them, and giving control to. ...If he threw them all away. Threw them away this evening .... thenhe couldn't take them .... if he had none .... he couldn't takethem ....No. He mustn't risk being disabled yet. Not until he was settledin. Suppose he was ill, really ill and someone called a neighbour?What if ....? He must first prepare for all eventualities. Perhapstry cutting down on them. Once a day for a week and then once everyother day, or perhaps or twice in three days or.... He must plan.Must work out a routine. Stick. My best friend, Bear, had been shot in the chest, doing a favor for me. Some favor.But Massimino was behind bars for the rest of his life. Getting raped on a regular basis, I hoped. Maggot.Angstrom’s grandfather had emigrated from Stockholm at the end of the 19th century. With Eamon Nilsson, that’s my second Swede. A clue? A trend? A conspiracy? Nope, just one of the many coincidences that crop up in every investigation.But, just to be safe, I may need to grill Nilsson more thoroughly.Grampa. .! छोड़ ना बेटा...क्या कर रहा है..? माँ के साथ ऐसे होली नहीं खेलते......ओह्ह्ह्ह्ह्ह्ह...इतना जोर जोर से मत मसल....अह्ह्ह्ह्ह...छोड़ दे !.....अब हो गया...!"लेकिन मैं ऐसा मौका कहां छोड़ने वाला था। मैं माँ के गोल गोल भरे हुए गांड को अपने लंड से खूब दबा कर और चूची को मसलता रहा। माँ बार बार मुझे हटने के लिये बोल रही थी और बीच बीच में सिसकारी भी भर रही थी.. खास कर जब मैं घुंडी को जोर से मसलता था। मेरा लंड बहुत टाइट हो गया था। मैं लंड को पैंट से बाहर निकालना चाहता था। मैं कस कर एक हाथ से चुची को दबाये.