Madhu ke olllu kaali pootuundee kaneesam maamagaaru sarigaa dengenaa baagundeede anukundee, Prabhu tana lungi kattukunee Madhu neekuuda cheera kattuku...e prakka nee padukoo mannadu, Madhu cheera kattukunee Paala glass maamagaariki ichindee Prabhu sagam taage Madhukii ichaadu, Madhu paalu taaagi Prabhu prakkana padukundeee, Prabhu koddi seepu ayyakaa, Madhune hattukunee pedaaalu muuddu pettukunee, nemmadigaa sallu nokkutuunnadu, blouse open chesaadu, Madhu bra vesukooleduu, prabhu anukunnadu nenu. " I looked at his body. He was a tall guy, much taller than me. I'm fairly short. He had a pretty average, if not somewhat skinny body. And then this massive, thick, cut cock hanging there between his legs. I didn't know soft dicks could be so big.We both got quiet for a second and then I said, "If I were you, I'd be naked all the time. Not to sound gay or anything, but that thing is a monster." Haha, yeah, I guess I'm pretty blessed. You should see it hard." Then he paused for a moment. "If. She was a fucking walking wet dream and she knew it too. She was also teasing the hell out of me and she knew that too.I went in the house and rubbed my crotch into my wife’s ass while she was doing the dishes. I reached around and played with her tits too and she didn’t even try to stop me.My wife asked, “Was it the little twitch down the street again?”I said, “Yes it was damn it! Will you fix my problem honey?”My wife laughed and dried her hands and led me up to our bedroom. She asked, “Do. For me, that particular dream died with a lot of others. I got to read the poems as they came in, sitting in the airless, windowless room allotted to us in a 1930s, wannabe Gothic, PWA building in our public (but cheap) college. They were all written on paper, would you believe the whole entire college had only one computer, an IBM 7 series the size of a walk-in refrigerator. Most of the poems showed promise, most as firestarters for barbecue charcoal, but we had to print a few. Yes, I was an.