She managed tosay: -Can I go to your place? I need a shoulder to cry on-.-Sure, I'll be waiting for you! -I said, and hung up.I put the two beds in my...bedroom together, and looked for another pajama forher. Also I made two teas, so she would calm down.I waited.5 minutes later the doorbell rang. I went to open the door to her, and lether in. Tears were now rolling silently down her face. I took her hand andguided her to my room. We sat on my bed, facing each other.And she started to cry loudly.. "Well, you might not be able to help it - atleast for the honeymoon and the first few months. But you can text me,call me, or e-mail me any time you want!"The bride hugged her bridesmaid sister again. "Thank you for not beingjealous," she said simply.The bridesmaid smiled. "How could I? It was obvious you two were crazyabout each other." You know he still loves you, too?" the bride asked.The bridesmaid nodded solemnly. "I know. And I suppose a part of meloves him and probably always will.. Pig,you are right. Slave is a judgmental bitch. Especially since she justspent two hours with her ass filled with piss. Well, Pig you do needto be punished but since you were provoked, I think it is Slave who shouldbe punished. A tear slid down Slave'scheek. It was not of submission or love but pure anger. She hated pig,just the idea of Master fucking pig once a year was too much. Now, shewas going to be punished in Pig's place. It was just too much. Master walked up to slaveand shoved the. Mera land mere pant me tan gaya tha… Foreplay bade josh me Chal rha tha achanak se mausi ne mujhe pakda aur bed pe sula diya . Main b so gaya unhone mera t shirt khola. Aur mere chest par kiss krne lagi. Main b niche se unki gaand ko daba rha tha. Dhire dhire wo niche gayi aur mera pant kholne lagi . Pant kholte hi unke chehre pe muskan aa gayi bcoz mera 7 inch ka land underwear me tambu bana kar baitha tha. Wo boli tumhara to bhot bada hai.Mazaa aayega.Maine kaha mazaa to tab aayega jab aap.