R- Kuch nahi.S- I am sorry. I was just teasing you when I called you cute and champu.R- It’s not about that.S- To bolo naa, kya baat hai?R- I’m a ...it upset about what happened today.S- Come on Rohan. Don’t think about that. Sometimes such things happen in life.R- HmmmmmS- Come on janu. Cheer up now. PlzzzR- HmmmmmS- Kya hmmmm? Acha batao, mera ghar kaisa laga tumhe?R- Bohat acha. You have excellent decoration skills.S- And howz my bedroom.R- That is indeed gr8. I wish I could sleep on that. And you will count. Is that clear?”“Yes, Mother Superior.”The Mother Superior took the cane and swooshed it through the air three times. Then she beat the bed with fierce strokes.“Remember,” she said, “The more pain you will feel – the more complete will be God’s forgiveness.”“Yes, Mother Superior.”The Bride Of Christ took a full swing and brought the cane down in the middle of Father Mortimer’s buttocks. A red wheal instantly appeared and Father Mortimer cried out in pain, falling onto the. She hoped it wouldn’t make her fat with heavy thickness in her middle but she knew with that certain feminine sense of proportion that it was Rod that presented the most danger of swelling her middle. He was buried quite serenely in her mysterious femininity like the proverbial “Salami” in a celestial void of cosmic wonder.Alice swallowed Rod and milked him with her nicely trained channel like a Parisian Peacock primed to take it all and never worry about change. Poor Rod was at a crossroads. I just fucked. Pulling out and pushing in hard. I had never started sex this hard before. I was panting and grunting in a matter of thrusts. She was huffing and puffing and squeaking. Carmen was loud, she had screeched at cumming but even before Carmen breathed and moaned and panted loud. Sara was light and quiet. Every noise I pumped out of her was a reward and made me want to go at it harder. She tangled her ankles in the backs of my knees. I fucked harder and I wasn't build to survive that.