He started up his metallic brown 2003 Chevy Trailblazer. After setting his playlist, the five-foot-eleven-inch, two-hundred-forty-pound, brown-skinned... bald head man, whizzed away. He made a stop at the convenience store down the street from his house to grab a few items – a case of Bud Light, a pack of Twizzlers, and a pair of cigarillos. The candy, of course, was for his girlfriend, Mona. The beer and smokes were all his. With any luck, and he knew it would be so, she would be already be gone. “Don’t you want to come?” she laughed.“Of course I do, Stacey,” I rasped the excitement building up, inexorably. I licked my dry lips.“But first,” I went on, my heart thudding with excitement, “I want you to tell me about the worst – the nastiest – thing you ever did, with him.”Stacey’s hand slowed as she stared away again, as thought troubled by the memories that flew into her head.“The nastiest thing was probably ……” Her voice trailed away as she bit her lip, as if the old feelings of guilt. Wo ab platform pakad ke jhuk gayi maine apne lund ka supada uski gand ke chhed pe rakha aur thoda push kiyaDr.bhavini : aaah Sachin nahot dukh raha hai..aahMe: Thodi der darling uske baad chut marvane jitna hi maja aayega. Ab platform kas ke pakad lo me dhakka marne waala hu.Maine ek jor ka jhatka maara mera aadha lund uski gand me chala gaya.Dr.bhavini : aaaahhh mar gayi meri gand fat gayi..aaah oh my god..Me dhire dhire zatke marne laga ab use bhi maja aa raha tha use laga tha ki ab me pura. But hey, she was sorta pretty, I thought. You know, I’d do her. And, knowing that I had nothing else to do, I thought I’d start the day on a high note. I wiggled down the length of the bed so I was sat on the edge, directly opposite the mirror. “Hello, pretty,” I said to myself.You have to love yourself. I learned that early on. If you don’t love yourself, you can’t expect anyone else to love you. That’s not to say I think I’m perfect. Far from it. I’m really critical of my appearance; but.