Tushin kya ma un ki sathe rahna lage ma kavel gar kapda badlna ka liya hate .24gant ma un ka sathe rathe tha. un ka gare ma unki moom dad or ak chote ...bahi tha jo 6th class ma padtha tha.jab wo chir par bate ka muje padthi tho ma un ka uperKade oker un ka sute ma sa un ka niple ko dake karte tha .ak din mare techer na muge apne sute ka ander jagta dake liya unona muge kafi date .fir mane un sa soory mangi to unona muge ak moke or da diya dira dira din ktna lage ak din un ki family ko ak sadhi ma. However; since it only latched from the outside, it didn’t close tight. Thinking I was being used, I had an idea, so I walked over to the car which they had told me to park so it couldn’t be seen from the house. I opened the door, paused for a few moments then slammed the door. Then, I tip-toed back to the trailer door and peered through the crack. The man had rigged the trailer up with all kinds of things to service his antique cars while at shows or on tours, so there was a. Change it. It's damn certain you aren't creative enough to be able to write one on your own. Another public domain piece of shit by MindYOB...***So we like to fuck. What's the big fucking deal about that?Do you think the fact I have two legs and no fur makes a damn bit of difference to *her*? Not likely.Do you think I worry about her being covered in fur and walking on four paws? Get a fucking life.All we care about is being able to get my pole in her hole. A simple exercise in basic physical. I shook my head, both hearing and feeling the friction of my hair in her lap. "I don't know. It's all kind of a haze." And then I sighed before zeroing in on my last really clear memory. It was that of Adrienne walking away. I flashed my gaze up to Dawn's eyes again and asked hesitantly. "Did ... did Adrienne come back?"I saw the answer in Dawn's eyes. She looked so sad and sympathetic for me that I felt my heart cracking anew. My lips quivered and I felt like breaking down into tears again..