Aaj me apko mein apni ek sachi kahani batanejarahahun.Ye baat mere school age ki hai.Me jab somya gandhi college me naya admission liya tha class par ...ab yahan ek ladki thi janvi.Uske jesi sundar ladki iss duniyan me maine aaj tak nehi dekhi and I am sure age bhi nehin dekhunga. Uske face par ek gulabi glow tha oothon jese ras bhare gulab jamun.Mujhe uske do chizein bahut achi lagtithi uske baal aur uski breast.Uske middle size breast ko uske shirt ke upar dekh kar man kartatha ki uske god mein. Incredibly so. She could feel her daughter's form pressing warmly against her back and she muttered with frustration. It had been more than a week now since she and Mike had managed a nighttime fuck and every morning, like now, Mabel was in bed with them. She eased over closer to her husband listening carefully for any sound from the sleeping girl. There was none.Carefully Delores reached across her husband's body to the small table at the head of the bed. From the drawer she took out her. Pushing them up with my hand against his shaft, making his tight, wrinkled dark skinned balls look even bigger, I couldn’t even see my hand anymore. Call me Gay if you want, a faggot or whatever and I would not have cared. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to lick and suck them, and I did. Lowering my mouth to his enormous sack, I licking each of his huge testicles and sucked on them gently. His balls became wet with my saliva before I moved to his magnificent cock. Licking every inch. I brushed the grit from the surface and saw markings carved into the surface. They read; ⌐╢⌐ ░¡⌐╖ ▒⌐¿╣╖Ñ ╕⌐ │¿│▓ ┤░Ѻ⌐¿ ⌐╢⌐ ª╜ ╛⌐╣╖ “Computer scan carvings and check against all known writings from any system.” ‘Scanning, processing, carvings appear to be from an archaic computer code known as ASCII. It was once the coding for devices to enter data into computers in the latter decades of the 20 th century. It was no longer used after the discovery of direct voice input in 2035 old Earth.