Sssssss fir main dheeere chut ki or badhne lagaaur uski chut chatne laga boht der baad maine apna lauda nikala aur uske muh me dene laga to mana kar r...hi thi to maine uska sar pakada uar muh me de diya boht der tak zabardati chusaane ke baad fir wo boht ache se chusne lagiFir usne kaha ki please meri chut ki khujli mita doo please iski pyaas ko tuhamra lun de do fir main chut me lund daalne laga to boht chilaa rahi thi aaaa aaaaa….A.A.A.A. Chillane se hi lag raha tha ki wo kitni pyaasi hai to. Blanket, the creepy school counsler who liked to stalk her and Emma was pretty sure he'd been in her cabin, smelling her unwashed undies and stroking himself. And the was the closet homosexual Marion Moseby. Emma was pretty sure some of the tension Moseby felt towards Zach Martin was due to some feelings Moseby didn't want to address. And there were a few others but nothing really ever panned out for Emma.She'd tried picking guys up at the ship's only achololic bar and a few times, she laid it. SHIT!What bullshit all this religion business is he thought as he scanned the three others at the table: Cissy, who apparently had gotten PREGNANT and had a child tore at his guts. He remembered that last hour of sex with her and wondered if he could have been the cause. Or was the child Francis McGlaughlin’s with whom, according to Sister Natalie she had sex with the night before? The thought of possibly being a father of a child gave him the shivers as he thought the son of a bitch had sex. "What?" My brain's fried."Mari smirked. "Good answer. We'll keep you. Now get up and get your suit on."Grumbling under my breath about monkeys, I went into the bedroom and changed. I put on my shoulder rig, checked the stunner, and closed the jacket. When I came out a few moments later and all three inspected me. The suit jacket was a solid charcoal gray with narrow lapels that matched my trousers. The shirt was white with a mandarin collar and open at the neck and loose at the wrist. The.