. you ... it ... they...”“Pardon me? Who’s speaking?” Phil spun around, searching for who was addressing him.“Us ... them ... their...”“...What the heck are you talking about?”“Excuse we. Speak us ... We this ... still work...”“Where are you? Who is this?”“This new. We work technique. One ... second?”The voice alternated between normal speech, grainy radio signals, and loudspeaker distortions. Phil rubbed his ear, trying to clear whatever obstructed his hearing.“This work do? Sorry, is this. ”What about tonight?” I suddenly heard her, “sleep alright?” “Yeah, I am trying. You?” She had that same grin. “Yeah, Fine. I think I saw you staring at my assets. Enjoyed the show? I need some water.” She stood up and stepped over to the sink. I felt her brush in beside me, reach for the water, and turn it on. The fabric of her nightgown touching my thigh. She was standing there, with no panties. The fabric falling around her. “Can I have some?” I asked, “Huh.” She looked up. I flushed with. That fat guys hand in that poor little sluts ass, her skirt wet and dirty and lifted up to her hip. And then those perky tits under the top, wet of all that gag and cum and her totally destrosed face with black mascara lines and cum all over her so beautifully prepared face. And in her mouth pieces of toilet paper. A picture youll never forget. And she moaned like a whore that never gets enough. She pissed as the fat guy fucks her hole like a jackhammer. He ploped his hand in and out. Her ass. Phir homo sex ki clips chalu ho gayee. Dekh dekh saala kaise gaand uchal uchal ke lunnd le raha hai. Maine bola ab samir ko kuch beer ka nasha ho gaya tha. Wo bhi anab sanab bakne laga tha. Maine mera lunnd bahar nikal ke hatose hilana suru kiya. Our samirne hi uska lunnd bahar nikal diya uska untouch varjin lunnd kisi khabe jaisa khada tha. Pura 7” se lamba. Muze raha nahi gaya maine uska lunnd hatse pakadte bola tumara lunnd to bahot kadak our mast hai re. Our lunnd ko hatose masaj karne laga.