”She sat there looking at the weapons that have gotten her where she is right at the moment. Her hands, the instruments used to destroy an innocent ...ife. Once again the weight of her actions comes crashing down on her shoulders as the Riddler is sworn in under oath. Her hands clench into fists and she swears she can still see the blood on her knuckles. Not that was really anything odd, she has busted in more evil doers faces than she could count, but when that blood is of an innocent no matter. He just started crying quietly. I felt my cock start to throb. I was going to cum soon, so I took it out of his ass and watched the spit and blood drip out of his now gaping hole. My dick had blood on it and some specs of brown at the tip. I turned him over and took my hand off his mouth. When he opened his mouth to scream i shoved my dick down his throat. He gagged as I started to shoot into his throat. When I took it out I let him go. He ran straight to the bathroom, just as I had intended.. But a sexual relationship is not quite the same animal now is it? If it were then we'd be fucking all out friends, men and woman alike. But we aren't.So somehow during our upbringing, we reach puberty and again conversation happens between us and our role model for woman: Momma. Whether direct or not, Momma reinforces the same advice she gave when you were a child. Be kind, good, gentle and caring. Share. Treat her with respect. Treat her as an equal. Well if that worked, then why are you. Mere aane ke ek hapte baad mataji, pitaji, fufi aur fufa ne pandrah din ka yatra ka program banaya. Darmiyan muze farm men rahana tha. Mein man hi man men bahut khush hui ki chalo Ravi se mil sakungi lekin sharm se dikhava kar na saki.Ek din fufi ne gaadi bhej hamen bula liye. Muze dekh kar sab ko khushi hui.Fufi ne kaha, “Ari, tu to kafi badi ho gayi ho.”Fufa bole, “Hostel ka khana pina mafik aaya lagata hai”Raaj to maano najaron se hi mere kapade utar rahe the aur mere stano ki size naap rahe.