Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all...When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer. He positioned himself between her thighs and put the penis at her pussy. “tere jaisa koi maal ho to raha nahi jaata, rupa. you r so sexy…”and he started pushing his huge cock in her not so big looking cunt. Aah, slowly my dear. it is too big for me aaaaah”suddenly she made loud voice”aaah….”dheere se na baba….aah”Ajay leaned on her and started kissing. I could see his back and their union point. his huge cock was half inside which made het cunt look torn and wide. He suddenly plunged it hard. The moment they met they embraced each other and started kissing. My sister held his head in her hands and sucked his lips while he pushed his tongue in her mouth and passed on his spit.He took one piece of sweet chew it and then passed it on to mouth of my sister along with his spit, she shewed it and swallowed it She also did the same with him and then Raghu caught hold of her breast and pressed and told her darling I missed these so much I want to drink your milk. Sister said darling these. My answering machine light was blinking. I thought to myself, I just got home and it's already started. I hit the button and was pleasantly surprised."Hey Richard, it's Joanne."Hot damn!"Mistress asked me to give you a message, she's having a party tomorrow and your services are required. She says to be here at her home, properly prepared, and promptly at 5:45pm - or else."I thought to myself 'Shit I'm on call this weekend', as I listened to the reset of the message."She's got about half a.