Mai un bewakuf aurto ke trh ni hu jo apni izzat aur ahbru ko bchane ke liya apni jaan de deti hai mere liya meri jaan zada kemiti hai esi liya mai zad... resist v ni kr rhe thi mjr jees trh se munna thakur mere muh ko chod raha tha mjko smjh agya tha mera kya haal hone wala tha.Tvi kesi ne kha sarkar aram se mze lo etni kya gldi hai avi toh bs 11 h bje hai zakir toh 6bje se phle ni ane wala ye sun kr toh mano mere kadmo thle zamin h khisak gye thi.Munna thakur mjko 7ghanto tk chodne wala tha.Tb. It was a perfect place to grow almost anything. Forty years ago, when he was five, his family had moved to the little valley called White River, from Leadville, Colorado. The family wanted to get away from the perpetual violence that plagued the growing town. After forty years, the farm was really starting to pay off.As John walked through the rows of corn, he was smiling with anticipation of the supper that his wife, Mary, was making. He could almost taste the fried chicken and mashed. Evening came and we went down for dinner, the guests were already there with two additional, Carlos and Ezme’ s mum and dad had come along, they were late middle aged and I was hoping that they would miss their Horlicks before the fun began because it can be a bit inhibiting watching your k**s get fucked by strangers, I ordered wine and it flowed in copious amounts, Carlos went to the toilet and I followed him I talked to him and we made a deal, then went back to the table, Maria had already. The water was hitting the lower halves of our bodies, making wet sounds as our bodies slapped together.Suddenly he pulled his cock out of me and turned my body to face him. I couldn't take my eyes from his as he pulled my legs up around his waist and he slipped his cock back into my cunt. Blue, his eyes were as blue as mine, I vaguely noted. The intensity with which he had fucked me from behind returned. He wasn't in any rush, he just pumped into me deeply while watching my every expression. My.