Lisa had hooked me up with a friend of hers so we could all party together and probably so she could get the 411 on me.and like a true gentleman i fuc...ked seven shades of shit out of her melon chested brunette friend(will tell that story another time)lisa would find any excuse to get rid of me but she would never say it to my face.a few years went by and donald and lisa moved in together and had another c***d this time lisa was more friendly and we would spend a lot of time together smoking weed. ) Then as usual, we discussed about the disease and by that time Miss Mandira explained what we dream, is the stored data in our sub-conscious mind. And the stored data comes from our imagination or visualization. Imagination creates the dream, but visualization converts the dream into reality. What? I couldn’t digest this statement. What we want to get, we can achieve them by visualization?? I couldn’t second with her. I laughed and asked, “Miss Mandira, if I would sleep all the days and. I couldnt wait no longer and stood up grabbing mom and forcing her down. Mom opened here mother to scream, but I managed to slap the shit out of her before she could. Mom half crying said dont hurt me Ill do what you want of me. Bitch Your gonna do what I want because Im going to rape your blind old pussy. Now you dirty old bitch open your mouth and get ready to suck my hard dick. As I pulled my now 7 inch rock hard dick out I told her If you fucking bite my dick Ill kill you and your only. She went up to the blinds and pulled them closed and walked over to the sofa he was sat on, "I am wearing the red knickers" she purred, "would you like to see?" She pulled them above the top of her jeans and felt her pussy twinge with the soft lace material, Bob pulled her not too gently towards him and undid her belt and jeans, pushing his fingers towards her waiting pussy lips, she was soaking wet and the feel of his tongue when she leaned in to kiss him told her he appreciated the wetness,.