The events that over a four day period shook the world to its core. Made everyone see that life could be a dangerous place and anything and everything... could happen in a blink of an eye and there was nothing anyone could do about it. You surely couldn’t stop it. ‘Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Hungry I,’ the comic began that night as he walked on stage and grabbed the microphone and took it off the stand. Started pacing around the stage and looking past the stage lights to. As he thought more, he began to remember the stinging sensation & concluded that he must have been knocked out with a tranquilizer dart. In his bleariness, he could only make out the outline of a woman standing over him-her warm soft hands holding his fully erect manhood, slowly stroking, gently. Tracing the large veins that ran along his massive shaft and then running her fingers along around his now pulsating cock head. Who was this heavenly creature holding him prisoner, about to make him. . but meri story uspe nahi hai. Meri story uspe hai jo usse bhi mast lagti thi bt body wise uske boobs bht bade the jo mere face se thode chote honge wo thodi healthy bhi thi islea kamaal ki lagti thi..uska naam toh batana bhul gya uska naam shubi thaa.shubi aur main ek hi skul mein padte the bt aise kbhi notice nhi kiya tha maine use bt jbse wo tutn mein aane lagi main usko hamesha notice hi karta rehta tha hamesha meri nazar uske boobs par rehti thi usne bhi kbhi kbhi mereko dekhte hue dkh. She whimpered as her gorgeous body bounced up and down on top of me. I grunted in time with her cock-jerking as Cyndi lifted her head and stared into my face."I want you inside me," she panted. "I want you to cum inside me again."I nodded, out of breath from the intensity of fighting off my orgasm. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted this sordid, incestuous tryst to last as long as possible before I shot my load into Cyndi's hand. But now Cyn was begging me to fuck her again-- and I certainly.