I will never leave you and I’ve made a pact: I will love you and care for you for ever. That’s also just a fact. It transcends reason. I think we ...all bear our scars, some seen and some invisible. You have yours, I have mine. Somehow, when we are together, mine don’t seem so deep or important. I think it’s the transformational power of how I feel, and that’s a fact too. I remember saying to you once, ‘What does one do about gravity, it’s just a fact.’ The only reasonable answer: one weaves facts. Teeno ne mujhe utha ke ek bade se kamre mein le jaa ke ek bistar par patak diya.main kaafi chuilla rahi thi but vo ghar bahut bada tha aur sunsaan.darvaza band kar ke un logon ne mujhe chup hone ka kaha aur bole ki agar pyar se de degi to tujhe kuch nahi karege.par jab mera rona nahi band hua to ek ne mujhe kaafi zor ka chanta maara aur samjhaya ki yahan milo koi nahi rehta ur teri awaaz bhi kahin bahar nahi jaayegi.maan jaa humari baat varna pit pit ke chudegi.tab meri siskiyan deere dheere. I said, “I’ve got lots of booze but my bed hasn’t been made or my sheets cleaned in a few months.”Samantha said, “If everything goes as I expect it too…I’ll have to wash them twice and hang them up next to my blouse and pants.”I asked, “What is it that you expect?”Samantha said, “To stay naked for the entire weekend and to have you ravish me constantly. When I go home Monday morning I want to feel used and abused. I want to need a douche, an enema, and to take a nice long bubble bath before I. He pulled the car to a halt in a layby in a country lane and quickly pulled my head down into his lap. I barely got my lips around his rock hard cock before he thrust it wildly and came hard into my mouth, the salty juice squirting fast into the back of my throat. I swallowed all he gave me and licked him clean. He kissed me long and hard as he zipped himself back up. I thought at this point he may have been finished with me but he drove on, pulled off into a wooded area and parked. The car was.