Sab saale teri maa ke naam ki muth maarte hai ......"MMMMssssssSAALIIIII KITNI RASILI HAI TERI MAA!...." Sanjay ; munna jab uncle teri maa ko chod rah... the to tera man kya kar raha tha Main ; man kar raha tha ki voh sari raat chode Sanjay ; aur kya man karta hai tera munnaMain ; mera man karta hai ki tum usko apne kamre main bula kar chodo Sanjay ; sach munna mujhse apni maa ko chudwayega Main ; haa sanjay tera lund mast hai uski bur main ghusega to khub tight ho jaega Sanjay ; kasam se munna. Her lips were so plush and alluring that I couldn’t help but imagine what they would feel like against my own. I could easily find myself staring longingly at her pictures as I entered an entire world of my own where we were the only occupants.We had such a connection that we could talk about nearly anything and have some of the most interesting conversations I didn’t realise you could on a site dedicated to sexual fantasies. But she also had one of the most deviant and sexy minds when she was. Even though I asked them, at that moment they didn’t explain too much about the reason of it. “It’s not like it used to be.” “These things happen sometimes.” And similar answers.That same afternoon I went to visit my dad’s new apartment. It’s a small studio but very clean and organized, because my father is very strict with cleaning.We were there talking for a bit about stuff, and at one point he confessed the real reason of his divorce: my mum cheated on him with a guy a few years older than. They quickly made some injections to my face,and the pain quickly subsided.Karen was sticking another syringe into my penis, but I wasfeeling so numb I hardly noticed. The women pointed to anadjoining room, and told me to go wash off and to shampoomy hair. I walked into the room, stepped into the shower,and turned on the water.As the water was running over me, I looked over my body. Icouldn't see a hair anywhere. I rubbed some scented soapover my body, and the numbness went away. Then I.