Phir ek din shilpa didi kaa phone aaya ki rahul mere computer mai bohoot jadya virus hooo gae hai computer hang hoo raha hai please aakar ek baar isko...format kar jaana maine kaha thik hai didi mai jaldi hii aa jaunga. Aur phir mai didi kii ghar din maigaya kareb 12:30 par us time woo ghar mai aakele the. Mai ghar ke door bell bajae to didi ne darwaza khola us time didi ne ek bhoot hee loose gown daala aur uss ke upar se wo itne transparent saa tha ki kya batau unhone black colour kaa gown daala. Remember his number ... his address ... wish I could see him again." And Brittany listened. Listened and remembered. While the others thrashed and fucked senselessly.Brittany was learning, and planning. After memorizing the information, she stroked Brent's head, encouraged him to grope her tits for a bit, then pressed a nipple into his mouth and lactated a mixture sweeter than a Dairy Queen milkshake, but with potent chemicals that would shut-down higher brain functions and increase tactile. It was only then I got a good look at his face. He was hotter than I thought. Probably around 20, he had an olive complexion and a light, almost wispy few-day beard. His eyes were deep brown and his lips soft and not too wide. Looking at him I just wanted to kiss him, feel is tongue in my mouth. Being this close to him I could smell him too. He was a smoker and smelled like smoke. He also had a hot musky body odor of maybe a couple days between showers. I was just frozen in his presence.He. Immense pain like he’d never felt before tore through his body, it’s epicentres in his hand, but also in his stomach, beneath the escape hole he’d created. All thoughts left him as he screamed from the agony he was enduring. Frantically he scratched at the coffin, desperate for a release from the pain yet not knowing where it would come from, but it was no good – sunlight tore a hole into his body. In his efforts to remove his body from the coffin, he’d been ignorant of the fact that he was a.