Vo jaise hi meri bahen ke sath soye to meri bahen ko kiss karne lage to meri bahen boli please aaj nahi muje dar lagta hay shayad mehul jaag jayega to...unko pata chal jayega.aap ekdin bhi nahi rah paate ho,,meri widow bahen ke sasur bole ke teri chut itni tight hay naa ke me ekdin bhi nahi rah pata,or vo meri bahen ko hug karke kiss karne lage or meri bahen bhi lipat gai unse,Or fir unhone meri bahen ki nighty nikal di, to meri bahen ne bra nahi paheni thi, lekin penty paheni thi, meri bahen ke. The old soldier sat quietly watching the sunset. Reflections from the gold aviator wings pinned on his threadbare robe flickered along the wall with each raspy breath. It was the same scene he had watched for years. The young blonde nurse always stood in the background until the last rays had tinged the sky in orange and the evening star appeared before wheeling the chair back into the room. Her shift replacement was waiting impatiently. ‘Cripes, Chris, why do you let him waste your time like. I turned back to my paper, but as my eyes scanned the printed words, I was not reading, I was visualizing this small boy jacking-off in the wardrobe, while his father was feeling my cunt and trying to bend me over the bed, he was grunting and I was fixated with the boys fist pounding his cock, as I watched him through my strewn locks of blond hair, what a disappointment for both back then, as I broke free and walked out of the room, leaving father and son holding their cocks, at least the son. ...... I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and.