The poems I wrote for her were personal, tender, and stirred by emotional conflict and rarely involved my own romantic confusion. B asked me to not t...ell anyone else in the small little town, with good reason, but that included not telling my best friend Sean.3/05/---eBack to the perverted entries I dreamed I had a threewayWith you me and herAll you wanted was herAll she wanted was meAnd All I wanted was youWhen my best friend began whining about B again I had a hard time keeping the same calm. One said to the other, “I bags the arse” and got behind me. It seemed that these guys had done this before and knew what position to get into. A third guy was invited in. I did the same as before; straddled the guy under me, slid down on his cock and leaned forward. I felt another guy kneel behind me and rub his cock at my entrance. He pushed hard and slipped in beside the other. I couldn’t quite work out the third guy. He seemed to be standing more over my back and swiping his cock in all the. I'm not letting this beat me and I'll survive! Don't try to get my time in solitary reduced. And as for clearing my name - let ME set about that after I get out - if I find it worth the trouble. Frankly I am half inclined to let the true culprit stew in her own guilt and leave it at that! Because I know I was innocent and so do all the people in my life who mattter! Just go home and let me finish doing my time! I want to see dear Samantha after I get out of here AND spend some months getting to. Bhabhi sisak rhi thi….Aaahhh ashaah ssiiissiii eeeheh …. Aiaiai …Fir vo boli plz ab apna ye hathiyar mere ander dal do mi ari ja rhi ho. Maine apma land unki choot ke muh pe rakha or sahlane laga or unke boods ko dabata rha ek hath se..Ek boobs ko choosta tha rha, mujhe boobs choosna bahut pasand hai..To mai ab apna land unki chot me tika kr dhaka mara to bhabhi ki chikh nikal gaye aahh mar gayi dheere…Fir maine 1/4 part hi ander sala or kiss karta tha or doodh dabata rha vo machalne lagi or.