Mami ne tange khol di aur main tango ke bich mein aakar lund unki chut par tika diya aur ragadne laga, to mami dhire se boli jeetu jaldi chodo main ma...ri ja rahi hu. Maine ek jordar dhakka mara aur mera lund mami ki chut ko chirta hua 2/3 ander chala gaya, mami ke muh se ki aawaj nikali aur boli Jeetu jaldi aaaa jaldi chodo aaaaa main ruk nahi sakti. Maine fir thoda lund khicha aur jordar shot lagaya pura lund mami ki chut mein gus gaya aur mami fir halke se aaaa uuuuuu ki. Ab maine shot par. She shook her head, smiling. "Your face is wet, baby."My brow twitched, and just inside her room she pulled me to her, her arms going around my waist, mine around her neck as she licked and sucked at my chin and cheeks and lips, making me dizzy with desire. When I was clean, she moved toward her bed. I stopped her. She met my gaze, one brow up. "What, sweetheart?"I crawled up onto her bed and laid on my back, my head nearest her. She smiled down on me, her head shaking. "Want me on top?" I. A tattered red patch with a swastika still on the arm. A ripped torn and worn lab coat.She turned to the kitchen running in suddenly seeing another one, this time it was in a grey uniform with an MP-40. She grabbed her purse as the undead Nazi pointed his weapon at her."Nicht bewegen!" the heavy set voice roared,She immeditly ducked behind the counter screaming, "Fick dich!" back in their own language pulling a glock from her purse.The response was the old rusty MP-40 being fired at the. I think they may have been about Clarissa. I may have kissed her. In the middle of the school canteen with everyone standing round watching, pointing and laughing.I stared at the ceiling for ten minutes and tried to put the day before into some kind of perspective. Clarissa had done her duty. She’d thanked me for being there when she needed someone (I’m not so arrogant as to think she needed me—she just needed someone that night at the wedding) and had then gone even further by gracing me with.