( \itna kehkar unhone apna lund apne half pant se bahar nikala aur modhosh hokar kehne lage ki chus le aaj tere is diwane ko ki iske pass ek katra bhi...na rahe agle dus pandra din bahane ko.)Me- mujhe tadap hai tumhare iss auzaar ki …Bas thodi der jyaada sath nibhana jalim, kyunki mujhe jarurat hai ab aise hajaron hathiyaar ki!Pati_ kyaaaaaa????Me_ sayari thi janeman…..( itna keh kar me unke dheele dhalle lund ko gahrai tak apne muh ke andar sama gai aur kuch hi der baad unhone mere lipstik wale. .It was instant silence followed by a little hum from everyone. Very nice!I came across a little bastard with a pistol holding up a little old lady. She was down and had bruises. I cranked up the amplitude to the max--20 and hit him for five minutes. He crumpled and lay there twitching. After calling 911 for the cops I hit him again, same power and duration. I figure that I burned out his prostate at that level. Too fucking bad.The little old lady had caught the fringe of the effect. I helped. After we ate we walked down to the river to kill some time. We spent quite a while there. Not talking. Just staring at the shallow river and listening to the rush of the water around the stones. It was very soothing. We both needed that.It was almost ten o'clock when we drove through town to the deserted furniture factory. It was still earlier than I would have liked. But I wasn't comfortable with Andrea driving around alone in the dark, either. She just learned to drive and isn't very. Her almost naked body was covered in sweat, sweat that slid down along her voluptuous body. During that time, she had led those men to a sexual frenzy, dancing provocatively along the stage, shaking her enormous bust and rounded buttocks at inches of their faces.As usual, it had been a good night for her. Hundreds of bucks had finished on her thong and bra. Her popularity as stripper among the men that filled “Red and Blue Dancing Club” was not only due her curvaceous 5’ 7’’ body, or her.