Jane found an empty table and put her things on top of it. She dug into her large bag and pulled out her costume. It consisted of a short black skirt,...black jacket and black bra. She was all ready wearing the black stockings and garter that would complete the outfit. She quickly changed and let down her brown hair, combing out the kinks and making look silky smooth. It shown in the dim light, just the way she wanted. The stage manager called her name and she walked towards the stage and the. Me uske bol ko dabata kiss karta who mere land ko hila hila keKhada kar rahi thi. Thodi der me land khada ho gaya ab me sangita ke do pero ko choda karke bich me beth gaya land ko chut me dalne laga ek jor se shot mara 4″ land andar chala gaya abhi bhi 4″ bahar tha. Sangita dard se tadap ne lagi boli nikalo sab is ko andar se dard ho raha he mene kaha thoda daed sahen kar le fir maja aaye ga fir se ek jatka mar diya ab pura land andar sama gaya tha. Sangita dard se chilane lagi mene turant apne. Each crack on increasingly pinker flesh was followed by a howl, then a beg for more after the heat dissipated.As my head dips once more to manage the sting, the thick carpet on which I kneel deadens my laboured breathing. The swirling floral pattern of reds, blacks, blues and creams has disguised a multitude of sins and fluids we've spilled in the pursuit of whatever this is. Lust. Need. Power. Control. I know he'll never leave her, even though I'm better in every way. Younger. Fitter.. So was her husband and son. All were off doing other things, leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for herself. She had been doing just that too. She had been doing laundry when she accidentally bumped against the washing machine. Remembering times past, she began masturbating on the machine in minutes. Her shorts were around her ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when the doorbell rang. Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine, zipped up and went to the door. Five.