Mein uske thik saamne aaa gaya, aur bola, ”beti, mera lund pkd, dekh kessa mota-taza h.’ ‘ ye teri chut me ghusega aur mein ab tujhko chodunga�...�.Ye kaha mene nisha bitiya ko, vo 18 saal ki, mein 52 saal ka ! Aah ! ! Vahh ! ! !Meine use bitha kr, lita kr, khada krke, ya ukaduun betha, sb tareh se uski chut pr chut bajayi. Uski chut ke gulkand me mere lund ka sopara use raund raha tha. Uski chut ki thokaai ho rahi thi.Iske sath hi mein uski gaand ko bhi dabba raha tha, tatol-tatol dhaul jama raha. Ugh, see that's the stupid shit that I’ve been saying for the past six months, living in this distorted fucking reality. Let me start from the beginning, and maybe you could help me figure a way out of this shit. Six months ago my buddy Rock and I were slouched on our beat-up couch playing video games and smoking some weed. You know, a typical Saturday for two best buddies out on their living the good life. I’ve known Rock since I saw him getting his butt kicked on my way home from school in. It seemed to have soaked into the cloth and won’t probably come out till I wash it, which I didn’t have the time for now.“It’s not your fault that you are slut, and are super-sensitive and super-aroused all the time.” Lindsay whispered, and I glared at her. I hated her when she called me a slut. My inner-me and I were two different people. I wasn’t a slut. Well, technically I was, and my repressed behavior must have created this ‘inner-slut’ which I used to comfort myself that I wasn’t one. For. ” “Supposed to?” I asked, looking at Ben whilst draining my glass. In turn he had found something very interesting across the street to watch amongst a group of pigeons. Christian paused, and I was left with the feeling that he was waiting for Ben to interject, but as Ben remained motionless, Christian took it as permission to continue with the story. “I arranged my rendezvous with the young lady, in her room, and as agreed I made sure the door remained unlocked, in order for Ben to enter and.