.Kya aap mujhe dosti karoge..Meine kaha jaruru mujhe to wasie bhi nahi dost bana kafi acha lagta hai.. Neha : aap ne jis lakdhi ko pichali bar job dil...a kar chodha tha uska naam kya hai..Me: meine kisi lakdhi ka naam share nahi karta hun..Isliya sorry.Neha : ok. Aap kya karte hai.Me : mein eek software company mein project manager hunNeha : meine bhi software company mein engineer hunMe : acha laga aapse mil kar.Neha : abhi mile kaha per hai..Me : mil lenge usme kya hai..Neha : abhi to baat bhi. There are still streaks and smears of cherry blood on the inside of her thighs, up her belly almost to her tits, and all over her round creamy ass. She's obviously been thoroughly fucked, and her pussy will never be the same.A little while later, I've taken more pictures, and I want a souvenir, so I pick up her pink panties and slide them back on to her rounded hips. I photograph that and then rub her panties into her sloppy hole; she moans and rocks her hips again as the blood and juices stain. If it wasn't for his hefty salary, I was sure he would give it up. "Tokyo?" I said as he sat down at the edge of the bed. "Yeah," Stan said taking off his shoes. "We have a few clients that are interested in buying another company," he shrugged. "A few of us are going over to check out the company and see if it is worth the hassle." "You're just back from there," I said. "I thought…" "Staci," he said as he looked back at me. "Okay," I nodded. "I am sorry." I knew it wasn't his fault. I had. "Come on, Daddy, come on!" she cried, her mind ablaze with visions of her dad, and how; she would fuck him if and when she got the chance. "Come on, stay with me, Daddy, stay with me. God, you fuck me so good!"Her bridged body gyrated, her hands working quickly. Her fucking hand thrust in deeply, filling her up with as much substance as it could. Her other hand let her cunt-lips go, and they slowly curled back into position around her flying, fucking fingers. Then her hand took up a new post,.