. Fuck me hard.” She cried again with her eyes closed.“Is she cheating on my son?” His face of pleasure became like a stone with a horrified loo...k.The cries of Savita exalted as she came to an orgasm. “Damn you Ashok, this is all your fault.”“Ah her pussy looks delicious.” He didn’t stop masturbating as he looked at her pussy dripping her cum like a drop of honey falling out.Suddenly his pet goat Babu ran towards Savita.“Babu! come back” He called but it was too late. The goat started smelling. When I was 4 years old, I saw my Mom fighting with my father. Like I said, my Mom would have a routine and boring life as my Dad would go to office and return home everyday evening. The he would go out to the local club with the friends in the quarters nearby and then he would be back every 2 hours. After that, he would come and teach me as well as help my mother in cooking. They would have sex an hour after I slept at night 11 PM. That too, my father had a small penis around 4 inches long. My. " I stated."I'm not holding it in!" the voice roared. "I want to rip and rend!" it became quite incoherent at that point, and the backlash of violent energies slammed into me from all sides. I felt myself pounded again and again with the vile and burning torrents of anger, it permeated me, it filled me, and it fed on itself and became stronger and stronger. I finally faded to oblivion once again.It was a long time before I came back to awareness. I could tell that by the fact that I was in my. When I rounded a bend, a strange sight suddenly confronted me: a man in bright colored clothing was coming towards me. When he saw me, he made an exaggerated stop and promptly walked up to me and pulled a flower from behind my ear. He gave it to me with an elaborate bow, then beckoned me to follow him. By now, this strange clown had caught my interest, so I was more than willing to follow him. I have been fascinated by clowns since I was a k**, and this one wasn’t bad to look at either. He led.