" With a sad look on his face Trink glanced off into the forest and took another drink "ain't always easy being a Trink yea know, lots expected of yea... that isn't always easy to live up too, sometimes I take a drink or two it takes the pressure off if yea know what I mean, sometimes ol' Trink gets an ache in his heart cuz nobody seems to understand him quite right." Chad took another drink and glared at Trink "you don't understand Trink, nobody does." Welll now boyo understand or not, ol Trink. Maine muh se kaju uthaye aur unhe dustbin me dala.Uncle k dost ne mujhe bulaya aur mujhe apni gaod main beth kar wine pilane kaha. Main ek dum besharam randi ki tarah has has kar unhe pilane lage ,,wo ab mujhe kiss karne lage,main b unka sath de rahi thi.Wo mujhe maslne lage. Main maze lr rahi thi ki uncle uth kar aaye aur wo b meri body k sath khelne lage , ab do do mard mere nazuk badan ko masal rahe the.Main jhad gai aur thodi dhili pad gai.Uncle samjh gaye aur mujhe thappad mara.Uncle: dekh. All he needed to do was find a place to hole up until it was fully dark. Hopefully, he glanced around looking for a likely place. A smile crept across his face as he spotted a Salvation Army donation box. He hadn't slipped into one of those since he was a kid. Trotting over to the large, green box, he approached the donation slot and gave it a quick appraisal. It was going to be tight, but he wasn't that much bigger than he was a few years ago. Quickly, he stuffed his pockets with the mass of. Her thick black hair was wavy and beautifully seated on her shoulders. Her outfits got scantier and sexier as she preferred to wear petite western outfits at all times. She had gotten so bold with her dressing sense that she was just a couple of months shy of wearing a two-piece bikini or lingerie in public.The day of the wedding was closing in but she wasn’t bothered. After all, she was already living the life of a rich man’s wife. The wedding was just to make it official. Shruti was already.