One who has caused more death and destruction throughout history than Satan, Hitler, Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Saddam Hussein, George W. Bush, or Pol Pot co...uld ever imagine,” I explained to Yang.“Who’s that?” Yang expressed genuine confusion.“The Holy Ghost,” I smiled savagely.“He exists? I thought that he was just a third mythical figure to round out the Trinity or something,” Yang sputtered in shock.“Oh, no, he’s very real and the loose-end that neither Michael nor I have been able to find, let. I feel his head growing bigger, almost pulsating as I milk him slowly, precum still oozing out and onto my tounge. It is almost too much, and I feel the urge to touch myself becoming overwhelming. My hand drops down between my legs, to my closely shaven pussy and I notice it is dripping. He grabs my hair and starts moving it back and forth, fucking my face in slow motions. His cock is slippery with my saliva, and I brace myself as he keeps pushing further and further into my mouth. I struggle. Ab mai apko us din ki kahani ke baare me batane jaa raha hu. Mai aaj jo kahani sunane ja raha hu wo meri didi ki mere ek pados ke uncle ke saath kiye gaye sex ki hai jise maine apne akho ke saamne dekha tha. Ye kahani aaj se chaar saal pahale ki hai.un dino mai apne didi ke saath ek chhote sahar me char room ka ek separate flate me rahata tha.uncle usman khan hamare pados me rahte hai.harme flat ke peche jhadi hai .log aksar kuda dalte hai.usman uncle waha pesab kar rahe the aur didi balcony se. I lift my left leg over the tree. I could easily and quickly let my right leg follow but my goal is not easy or quick. My goal is mindfulness and to make nature my lover.Left leg on one side, right leg on the other, I stretch myself over this log. I only have the thin tights between me and the roughness of the tree bark. I place both hands on the log in front of me, and like some sort of animal, pull myself along the log, feeling the friction created against my sex. The roughness of the bark.