Meanwhile, downtown, The Muddy MISSISSIPPI RIVER was flooding over like the last woman I had fucked.Rite in the middle of Keith crynin mah landline ra...g wit a Sista named TOMORROW on the other end.That was her Name: TOMORROW.And she had heard all the Jokes including YESTERDAY and TODAY as a play on words bout her name.She didnt like none of that shit.I automatically figured that out and resisted playing wit her about her unsual name.SPEAK!I said as I lifted the phone out of its cradle.I still. It’s all big, hard, deep strokes that crash against my insides and I have nowhere to go, I can’t wriggle or pull back because it’s right there, and it demands every square centimeter of my insides as its own. It drives into me like a battering ram, impaling me, nudging itself deeper and deeper relentlessly.“Oh shit, oh fuck,” I chorus, and yeah, the neighbors’ neighbors probably heard me.I feel every ridge and every wave, every nudge against those places I thought were just not sensitive – boy,. Those kids got the best of everything.Glancing about, I start tossing stuff around to find my vibrator. Since I live with my brother, being unemployed at the moment, I try to keep my toy hidden. But where the heck is it? No, seriously, where the fuck... ?Oh my god, I need to clean my room! Now is not the time for it, though. I’ll get to that tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow. Right now, I’m on a mission. If I don’t find it, I just might spread my legs for the first hot canine I see out my window. I know. Fir usne mere kaode b utar diye hum dono nange hogaye the fir mene usko puch kya karu ab tujhe me toh usne bola mujhe meri chut ko chaat uski chut kaali thi par mujhe aisa lag raha tha ki me chocolate chaat raha hu woh bahut garam hoo gai thi aur aaaaahhhhaaahhhaahhaa ahhhajh kar k chilaa rahi thi fir mene socha k kyu naa uski gand b chaatu fir mene uski gand b chati woh sach me tadap rahi thi aur chilaa rahi thi oh yes fuck me fuck fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck fuck me ohh Yeah kh kar mera lund.