”“Thanks. What about you?” Jem said, looking at me.“I bet Ems told you I spent the last year travelling but did she tell you the reason?” He... shook his head. “Honestly, Jem, I don’t know if I’m the best person to ask—”“Hey boys!”All three of our heads snapped towards the doorway where a stunning young woman stood, hip jutted slightly to one side, arms above her head forming a ‘Y’ shape as she held on to the doorframe. Big Boobs, blonde hair, killer legs. I couldn’t see her arse, but I bet it was. Plus his father was – well excuse my French - a real son of a bitch and beat the shit out of Ben all the time and practically killed him a few times.”I think for a moment and ask, “So his father is responsible for the scars on his back?”Jim nods his head, “That and even more – shit I forgot! Congratulations on your marriage, if any two people in the world deserve happiness, it’s you two. By the way, I am certain that Ben didn’t get that other woman pregnant.”Wow, did Jim’s last sentence. " Yeah, it was different," I admitted."Then he was getting into what he called DTD." Eeeew." What's that?" I asked, feeling a bit na?ve."Dick to death," Jena said."He was holding my head to the base of his cock and making me gag. Hewas face-fucking me. I like giving a blowjob, but that was a littlemuch." How did it end?" He came on my face and then took some pictures with his cellphone. Ithink he took some earlier too." What a sleeze!" he snapped."It's over with," Francine said. "He then untied. Is ke badd unhone mera pant nikala or mere laund ko pakad ke jor jor se muth marne lagi jese ki kahi mahino se payasi ko pani mila ho or pir muhme le leya kariib 30 min tak or mene unke muhme zadh gaya or fir me unki chuth chat ne laga kaya mast chuth thi puri garam thi fir thodi der bad mene apna laund unki chuth me dala pelhe to chilla ne lagi jese ki pahad tut pada ho phir 4-5 shots ke vad vo bhi maze lene lagi or me zor zor se unki gand pe marne laga or vo chilla rahi thi yeah fuck me fuck.