Like failure. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I...felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I cut it out of my life. I told myself it was because I was bored with it, that I hated darkroom work, that I was only doing it because Dad did it and my brother the jerk did it, and I didn't really want to do it, anyway.That wasn't entirely true, though. The fact. Par unhone meri 1 nhi suni aur zor zor se dhakke maarne lage…ab mujhe bhi mazaa aa rha tha… Main bhi unka sath de rhi thi….Woh meri dono taange apne kandhe pe rakh k mujhe chodne laga…. Aaaaahh aaaahhh bobby …. Aaaahh… Chod mujhe saale lele apni bhatiji ki choot ka mazaaa…. Chcha bola…. Haraamzaadi randi bhot dino se mere lund ko tadpa rhi thi… Aaaj se tu meri randi ha main roz chodunga tujhe…. Main bhi bolo ha bobby mujhe roz chahiye tumhara yeh mota lund…Main 2 bar jhad gyi thi magar woh abhi. I felt by his expression that his lust for my wife may be too much for her to handle. This was evident by the amount of precum that was leaking from the head of his penis. Almost without thinking, I moved to lap up the precum puddling in her bellybutton. It was if I was on autopilot because I grabbed the bull's cock and stuck it in my mouth. It only took a few seconds when I realized what I had done. This was uncharted territory for all of us.I never wanted to suck another man's cock even as a. Then again there was what she was wearing, those navy blue shorts and the matching top of her, as I had found out recently, beloved 'Navy Blues'. (Nickname of AFL [Australian Football League] team Carlton located in Melbourne).Then I realised something extraordinary. With all of the men that had fucked Anne I was jealous of this perverted bastard getting his grubby paws on her. 'Is this really necessary?' I asked feeling slightly aggrieved. 'Isn't there another way?''Maybe, maybe not. But.