Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now�...��It was the middle of the night. I stared up at the ceiling, watching the lights dance on it as the occasional car passed by my window. I had been tossing and turning for the past hour and it was clear sleep would not come anytime soon. I had never really suffered from insomnia—expect when I was a kid and I chose to stop using my asthma inhaler—so. 0” aur bad me bataunga meri ma ki umra hai 38 sal hue na hairan wo meri sagi ma hi hai mai usi ke bur (chut) se bahar aya hoon Is hasin duniya me. Ha to bahno aur bhaion meri hone wali raundi biwion meri aur meri hone wali raundi anutyon and gandu bap bhai log sorry bhai gand na marane wale sirf marne wale bhai log bhi ye story meri madharchod ma ke aur uska harami beta yani mai mere bare me hai wo kutiya chinal rundi burchoddi chodkkad chutmarani bhosadi wali gandu madharchod harami bikau. She lurched and clutched me tightly. Suddenly, sobs wracked her slender body.I tried to keep the confusion and panic from my voice. “Are you okay?” I asked.She nodded, but continued sobbing. Finally, she lifted her head and smiled at me tearfully. “They’re good tears,” she said. “Tears of joy.”I reached up and brushed sweat- and tear-streaked hair away from her face and she looked at me, her expression a mixture of happiness and anguish.“I’ll never be able to tell you,” she said softly, almost. I looked at the trunks and they were my size on the tag. They were a pair of Speedos and much more body hugging than I would wear. I came out to look for Kathy but she had already returned to the pool. My dilemma was that I was already semi hard from watching the girls in their tight bottoms. My penis was very pronounced in these swim trunks. I went back to the bathroom and got a towel to wrap around me until I could find out if Bob had another pair.I got to the pool and sat down beside.