Clay rubbed his throbbing ear, touched his busted lip, and then studied his cut, aching knuckles. Finished with his self-exam, he walked over and stoo...d in front of the man who had killed Abby and Ike. ‘You did it, didn’t you?’ Wheeler looked up and tried to glare at his opponent. He spit a glob of blood onto the ground between Clay’s boots. ‘What the fuck you talking about, candy-ass?’ ‘You must be proud of being stupid.’ Clay’s voice was unemotional, almost resigned. ‘But, maybe you’re. Maine uska hook khola ar uski kamar par dheere dheer hath firane lage to nisha boli- aaaaah uffffff mat karo neev badan me bijli si daudti hai. Uske sharir se garmi nikal rahi thi. Doodh ke glass k bagal me ek dabbe me barf thi maine wo brf li aur uske peeth par firai uski gori peeth se halka halka paani tapak raha tha. Phir maine usse seedha hone ko kaha ar uski bra hata kar uski chuchiyon ko chuma ar unka doodh peeya . ek chumta to dusre ko hath se masalta. Tabi nisha ne mujhe apne neech kiya. I followed his instructions and dropped my pants, he twisted me around and pulled a folding chair out. Opening it he said 'bend your ass over the back of that chair, the chair was turned so that the seat faced away from me and I was standing behind the back of it. I tried to bend over it but the top of it's back was too high, my waist was below the back of the chair. Gripping both my buttocks, he manually lifted me from the floor, one of my shoes fell off and my pants slipped from that one. As he slide off the table I replaced him by just bending over the edge of the table so he could get behind me and take me doggy style. As he was positioning himself behind me the thought of, "what the hell are you doing Jill stop this now" went through my mind until I felt him rub the head of his cock across the wet lips of my pussy. As fast as that thought had come it was now gone and my desire to have my son's cock deep in me took over again. With just two or three wipes plus the fact I had.