Aur bapuji apne aake band karke apna lamba patla lund hilla raha the. Hamari khubsurat daya ne woh dekha aur bapuji ke kaan mein kaha. Mere ko dekhkar...muth maro.Bapuji heraan hogaye, unko to pata bi nahi ki unki bahu kab bahar aa gayi. Bapuji hall mein jane lage tabhi daya ne unka hath liya aur apni gili chut par rakh diya.Bapuji: bahu! Yeh kya kar rahi ho.Daya: bapuji aapka yeh lamba lund dekhke mere badan mein kuch ho raha he, mujhe apka lund chahiye bapuji.Bapuji abhi daya ko chut mein ungli. Now, after some early struggles, I had made enough headway that I had noproblem going out in a skirt and felt closer to whole than I ever had, andit gave me the strength to make this journey, to revisit my past.I put the map away, and sighed. I now kind of knew where I was, but I neededto figure out where I wanted to go, or rather, which order I wanted totackle things.I could start at the last place I lived while I was here, and work my waybackward, or I could start with the first place I had. Cindy got on her knees and put me in her mouth. I looked up and Gina and Leslie were watching me get another blow job.This time I lasted a bit longer. Since all three were incredibly drunk I got a little bolder. I told Cindy to stroke my shaft as she sucked.Cindy might be the very hottest girl in the school. Her blond hair and perfect face were too much for me. I felt myself getting close again. I was disappointed that the night was going to end so soon. Here was a hot high school diva sucking. It leads to a promise drawn from the sweetest memory...“You gave me a gift, many years ago,” you whisper, and your throat feels tight. “I squandered it like a fool.” She had told you then, that would happen too. You did not believe her. You were young. Inspired. Immortal. But as the words squirm past your lips, they become the reality of your curse, shaped like a curved dagger. It's lust and loss, striking together. Your body folds on itself. Your forehead hits the floor. In the pose of a.