You also mentioned that indians don’t always sleep with their spouses. Plus, I noticed that Irene and Tango are not indians ... that raises a lot of...questions.”“Most of those questions I can’t answer. My life is very complicated, and honestly, if I told you some things you would not believe them, not without demonstrated proof that might scare you. Given that we are in the dark literally and figuratively...”“Yeah, I see that. But you have to understand, I lost my mother. My so-called friends. She told me to park my car slightly away from her bungalow. I parked the car and sneaked into her bungalow. I rang the bell and she opened the door.There she was before me, looking fucking gorgeous like a bomb. She pulled me inside and closed the door. She then hugged me.I could feel her soft melons on my chest and could smell the beautiful aroma of her hair and body. We broke the hug and she asked me to sit on the sofa and asked me about the condoms and chocolate sauce.I nodded and said, “Yes,. This made him fire more heavy spunk into her, so mush the pressure of it made some spurt out of her mouth and onto her chin. It was clear she said he wanted to drain the rest now, so he centered her head, drew it down slightly and sank all the way down. Her throat filling with negro and making it hard to gash air to breath! His ball sac slapped under her spunky chin, splashing his white seed over her green blazer and cleavage now. Then he moaned and holding her blonde head, her top knot. At least then it was one on one instead of gang beatings. Heck, the first time I fought three guys at the same time, they didn’t have a chance. I was so used to having 10 - 20 guys attack me at once. With only three, it was too easy.All of the fights kept me in good shape. Even after I stopped the gang beatings, I would have up to 3 fights a day. From grade 2 to grade 10, I never had a chance to heal between altercations. I was constantly injured. I didn’t have a single injury free day. By the.