That being how one leaves the Earth. What a horrific fate.Perhaps a “ghost of shit,” a violent, vengeful janitor’s ghost sucked them in. What a ...bilious, malicious spirit that must be...Then another story popped up. An anonymous news article from tomorrow, written in the future tense, saying there’s going to be a dreadful traffic accident. The article didn’t mention ghosts, but I knew the spirits would have something to do with it.The story said that a deliveryman on a motorbike, next to our. Vasie to is country ki life badi hard hai lakin sab chul raha hai,to dosto baat kus is tarha hai ki,ek baar hamare boss(bhaia) aye hue the weekend tha bole chalo ajj main tumhe moj mastikarwake laata hu sham ka time tha hum sabhi bhaia ko follow kar rahe the bhai sab se pehle apne dosto ke paas gye hame introducekarwayea or fir hum sab ek sathh ek night club ke liye nikl pade bahan ladkiyao ke sath dance kiya beer pee or baad main bahia ka dilchodne(fucking)ke liye kiya,apne dosto ko bole yaar. I reached out and started kneading mom’s breasts as my brother cupped our balls that were so close together. I could feel the warmth of his cock next to mine and the warm stickiness of the precum from our cocks as we moved slowly inside mom’s ass. Then, we decided to switch it up. We both pulled out of mom’s ass and she turned around and sat back down on our cocks; this time, wrapping her pussy around them.This was a much more comfortable fit. We untied the string so we could move. I mean, how could I not? Most of my childhood was spent at home, as my parents didn't dare to send me to a normal primary school. Instead, they taught me the basics of Mathematics, English, History, Geography and Bible Studies from the comforts of our own home. My parents were not bad teachers, and actually did seem to have a lot of knowledge about the worlds. But of course, this strategy meant I didn't have many friends growing up, and once I was sent to middle school, I didn't know how to.