Closer it swam and with each passing moment, Vishi could feel the fear rising in her throat. Suddenly the creature submerged and darted downward, Vish...i unable to see it. The spectators laughed as they could plainly see the Wapeena creep eerily upward, directly under the platform.Vishi turned first one way and then another, trying to catch sight of it, but could not. Her anxiety building by the moment, she knelt down closer to the water to try to see past the surface reflections. As her head. She led me -- not to the refrigerator -- but to a plush couch in the living room area. Seated beside me, Lucy unceremoniously unzipped my fly.Well. There had already been a strong hint that "dessert" might involve something along these lines, but I had dismissed that possibility earlier. Surely not.Oh, yeah! Surely not -- not!Lucy expertly fished out my hardening cock and held it, with a gentle grip, in her left hand. "You've got a beautiful penis," she said.Beautiful wasn't a word I was. Aur woooh saara ka saara pani pi gayi. Pheir hamne 69 ki position banai aur wooooh mera Land choosne lagi aur main uski choot ki chusne lga wooh masth rahi thi, hum 10 mins tak ek doosre ko issi position mein chooste rahe. Aur uske Moooh se lagatar awazee aaa rhti thi aaaaaahhhhaaa…. Aahhhaaaa, ummm……. Aise wooh whispering kar rhi thi, aur 10 mins baad kehti plzzzz vijay mujhe chodo aaj meri kuwari chut ko phad daalo, aaj mujhe ladki se aurat bna do, main aur bardasth nah kar sakti, aur wooh. I won’t give the story away but it’s a play on words. Then there was the play that never was. I thought I’d written a masterpiece that was destined for the West End, but Peter, my director, told me it wouldn’t even reach Southend. I thought I’d written a love story filled with pathos and dramatic tension: he said it was dross. And finally there was Winners. Me: Hi, Peter, it’s me Joanne. Peter: Hi Jo, Lovely weather. (3) Phew, he was in a good mood. Me: If you’re a duck. Peter: To what do I owe.