Maine pani chod diya, vo tab tak mera lund chusti rahi jab tak mera lund pura saf na ho jaye. Ab maine use bed pe sula diya or unki bra ke hook kholke... unki chuchi ko nanga kar diya, or muh me leke chusne laga vo chilane lagi are raja chusle ye tere liye hi ha, ahhhhh kat le puri khajao bad me maine apna ek hath unki penty ke upper rakkh ke use sahlane laga. Vo itni madhos ho gayi ke galiya bakne lagi” ahhhh oooohh sale maderchod kya kar raha he,,meri bhos ko jaldi se chod, ahhhh mere bol ko kha. I started to ache down there already.I was in the pump-room just trying to keep myself occupied when the first competitor and his girl friend showed up. They dropped off his gear and he went to the locker room and changed into his workout gear. He looked like a lightweight – but wide as hell – and so fucking narrow at the waist. A few others started to come in to get ready for the pre-judging that afternoon and evening. Most had their entourage. A few guys seemed alone. I wasn’t asked to do. Not feeling any pain for the rage I felt. No one looked away long enough to see me stand. Too preoccupied with raping a corpse were they. I wanted to scream, but that would get me no where. The men were shouting up a storm, cheering their lecherous friend on. I could have thrown up on them all, the scum. Reaching out to the man closest to me, I pulled his dagger out of his belt. He did not even notice me removing it. And then I pushed my way forward. Slipping the dagger in my sleeve, none. Then he showed me the rooms next to his mother's that he had lived in as a girl, it was as if time had been frozen, all the girls things were in place. He showed me his dresses, jewelry, dolls, and told me their stories. Then he showed me his male rooms up stairs away from mother, and pointed out his boy things and told me their stories. There was real pain in his eyes and I had no doubt his story was true after that.On the way home from mother's Robert explained that recently, at times, he.