That's Turk,Run!Ben's legs locked, preparing to run when he realized he didn't knowanyone named Turk. Only that wasn't quite right now was it? Hefel... he should know someone named Turk. In fact, it seemeddesperately important, especially at that very moment. "Didn't you hear me talkin' to you retard? I said, whatcha staringat up there, some sort of UF-fucking-O?" A crowd of men laughedhysterically but menacingly. Footsteps clacked on the pavementsomewhere behind him, getting closer. Ben. Ray shook his head and smiled. "Wife, you are one funny female, but I love being loved by you." "So is it okay with you?" she asked, before swallowing the entire shaft in one long, languid motion. "You don't play fair," groaned Ray. "But yes, it's, oh, oh, okay." # Carlo and Anna were part owners and managers of the up-scale apartment complex where Ray and Cindy lived. The three, two-story brick units were built around garden-like courtyards that came complete with banana plants and. After detailing bit of Mukta and her nature and my friendly and not much but bit naughty relation with her of around one year, I would like to take readers straight to the incident which bought me and Mukta physically closer and I made all my dreams come true of fucking a female in my style, the way I always desired throughout my bachelorhood bit rough and random in various positions all around the house. Anyway as I mentioned earlier from my marriage day more than a year was passed when I met. I think that I can safely say that you have learned your lesson and that Auntie Wendy has forgiven you for what you have done.” Her hair brushed against my skin as she leaned over to kiss me again.I looked up at her satisfied and placed my hands around her small breasts that were jiggling around as she moved.“Thank you, Auntie Wendy. That was amazing.” I replied. Exhausted.We lay in bed for another half an hour before Wendy sat up before getting out of bed and replacing her bra and knickers..