Muze mere lund par unki kasi kasi garma chut ki diwaron ka sparsh hone laga. Wo boli ufff dinu kai salon ke bat is chut ne lund khaya hai wo bhi lumba...aur mota thoda dard ho raha hai jara dheere dheere dalo raja Maine ek aur zordar dhakka lagaya to pura lund under chala gaya ab maine apne lund ko dheere dheeere under bahar karna suru kiya.Maa to puri masti me aa chuki thi aur maza le rahi thi mom boli dinu jara jor jor se gand utha utha kar chodo muze chootad per zor se mar maza aata hai uski. Cindy was a 10 years older than me and I was 19. Our mother and father had passed away last year in a car accident so I lived alone in what had been their home. I would drive up to Cindy's on a Friday night and stay until Sunday afternoon most of the time. She lived about 50 miles away and it was nice to get away on the weekends as home reminded me of them. I was also single, so I didn't really have anything better to do.I thought I could do most anything she needed done better and cheaper than. We want them to get their wish, do we not? They paid plenty of coin to see the fey, so fey they shall see!" I cackle.I lift one up on my finger and marvel at its brilliance. "From a distance, the passengers won't know the difference. They will think they are the elusive fey they seek, flocking to the starboard side, while we sneak up and attack their port side. The mechanical fey will light on their balloons, ready to burst their bubbles in they resist." Bloody brilliant, Captain Cunny,". "Maybe we're both going a little overboard," she sighed. "Whatever we're doing, this has been a miserable week." That's a little harsh, don't you think?" Bob thought about it. "OK, I'll admit it hasn't been the best week we've had."His comment could have been taken in several ways, including the way he meant it, which was a simple admission that it was a tough week. What Cecelia heard, though, was really what amounted to very few of the words in that sentence. What she concentrated on was "week.