Phir woh mera lund leker apney munh mein choosney lagi mera phir sey khada ho gaay is ke beech mein us ke boobs ko sehla raha tha phir jub mera khada ...ho gaya to mein ney us ko doggy style mein letaya or ahista sey us ki gand mein apna lund dala to jub 1 inch gay to achnak us ney nikal diya or kaheney lagi bahut taqleef ho rahi hai ek to tumhara lund bahut taqtwar hai lekin phir kuch hi samay mein usne mujko aur maine usko pakar liya kyu kein hum dono hi pagal ho chuke the maine ney us ko kaha. A.I.By Maria2Chapter 10|~|~|~|~That night I had strange dreams. I dreamed I was mountain climbing, inthe Swiss alps. It was cold - cold like Antarctica cold, and the windwas blasting. I was clinging to the mountain face, inching higher andhigher to that curved mountain peak which was still so high above me. Itwas the Matterhorn.I was exhausted, frozen, about ready to give up, but each time I lookedup at that peak my body found some way to go one more step, climb onemore foot or two.On and on. It tasted exactly as she had wanted it to. She would record today's recipe for future use.For Jiya, shitting was an art, a life-long journey in perversion and depravity that she had relentlessly pursued since she was first introduced to scat by her aunt. Since then there was no turning back. She had experimented with all kinds of foods, different amounts of water and piss, holding her turds in her for different durations, even what time of the day you shitted made a difference. Years of. She hoped it still fit her. She quickly tried it on and luckily for her it did. She took it off and quickly showered and then got dressed. She didn't normally wear much makeup, but she wanted to look special for him so she put on a little blush and some red lipstick. She brushed her shoulder length chestnut brown hair and put a red flower in her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror and satisfied with her look, she picked up Thomas's book and drove over to the address he had given her when.