Raat kareeb 10:30pe mai toilet gaye to dekha unke room ki light open hai maine socha chalo dekha jaye to mai chupke se room se dekha oh my good woh do...no ek dum nange the or ek duare ka lund pakda hua tha deepak lund dekha to mere pati se kafi bada tha woh baate ker rahe the kaise hum ek dusre ki gand marte the or fir mere pati ushka lund chushne lage or woh siskiya bher raha tha aahhh ahhhh ahhhhFir ushne bhi mere pati ka lund chusa or mere pati ki gand chodne laga mai to sok reh gayi tab pata. Mel had started off with high expectations of bringing her mother back to a family that loved her, but her focus now, was mainly on the obituaries. She had been told stories of the elusive Darryl and the women who would worship him while he and his friends systematically used and abused them. Once finished with them, they would be discarded, the lucky ones were dumped back on their husband’s doorstep after several months. The not-so-lucky ones were passed between Darryl’s friends or pimped out,. "Hi, Jenny, thanks for calling this morning, I was wondering where you were." Well, you knew where, but you're welcome. I had Shel bring me by here so I could change and pick up my car. I was a little late to work, but no problem."Dana turned to look at her friend, her shirt open, her body relaxed and lovely. "So, how was it?"Jenny grinned. "Wonderful. Wait 'till I change, I'll tell you all about it." She ran upstairs, returning shortly dressed only in tap pants whose open lace clearly showed. The two them were sampling drinks, laughing and Paul could see the guy's eyes taking in every inch of Carol’s barely covered body. It never required much alcohol to pave the way with Carol, and Paul could see that she was at that willing point. He slipped back to the room. At first Paul paced the room, and then forced himself to sit at the desk to calm himself. It seemed like it was taking forever for Carol to return. He got up and peeked out the window. Just as he got to the window Carol’s.