My father was the son of a bitch type. You know the alcholic beat your wife and c***dren cause you need to feel superior. A real "Mans man." He was th...e first one that exposed me to the horrible crimes that followed my c***dhood. When i was about 10 i remember the sweet smokey smell of burning wood fill my nostriles as i recall the screams and the burning flesh of my older sister. According to my father, she was a real whore and slept around, but she was the only one that could provide enough. Maine usko position badalne ko kaha ab vo mere upar baith kar dhakke maarne lagi is position me mera pura lund uski chut ki puri gahraye naap raha tha maine usko kaha mona darling mera pura pura lund kha jao apniChut me ise tight fasakar hamesha k liye rakh lo ye sunkar vo aur jor se dhakke lagane lagi mera lund ka supara uski bachhadaani ko choo raha tha usko bahut maza aa raha tha. thodi der baad uski chut ne dher saara paaniChod diya mera lund aur pet sub chipchipe ho gaye ab vo thak kar. He was drinking scotch and water at a pretty good clip, trying to turn the images off. But he could still see Julie pointing the pistol's huge barrel at him, her lying on the floor, the feel of her limp dead wrist... He was afraid that his role in her death would be discovered. The idea of being arrested for manslaughter or drug dealing terrified him. It helped keep the scotch and water flowing freely into his glass.He sat holding the cigarette case that had saved his life, touching the bullet. I asked her if she would like to change postions but she was too engrossed in ecstasy and kept on saying, “please dont stopppp, just keepppp onn fuckingg me,aaaaahhhhhhh oooohhhhhh yeesssss fucckkk me my bigboy, rip it apart, aaaahhhhhhhhhhh”. I knew i wouldnt last much in this position, so i asked her where should i cum, ” cuummm inside me, ooohhhh yeeaahhhhh, aaaahhhhhh jsut come inside meeee, fuuucckkkk meee”.I started pumping her harder, she clutched her nails on my back,like a wild animal,.