Mere pita ji ke man main aye ki us se biyah ker din jis per main buhat boli aour apne Pita ji se poocha ki akher mujh main kia kum hai jo is terah muj...he phenka ja raha hai.Ager mujeh bojh samjhte hain to Zzaher de din main khushi se kha lon gi mere Pita ji ko aour logon ne bhi samjhaya.meri man bilkul bhagwan ki gaye thi kuch na bolti thi pita ji jo chahte kerte.Uski aik waja unka Army ka officer hona bhi tha. Jo man main ata kerte. Akher is doseri shadi ki koshish ke nakam hone per main pehle. A couple of weeks ago she announced she was going on one of these weekend retreats so I though nothing of it. She called me telling me she was on her way home, I asked if she had fun, she giggled and said it had been fantastic and that I needed to go check my email she had some great pictures. I began to get excited thinking maybe she had finally picked a guy up and fucked him. I noticed the email copied a long list of addressees, many of whom I recognized as being friends and many I did not. Jeff threw her the keys and we drove off as the crowd drifted off. Two drunk girls on the love seat in the back of the party van kissed, then stroked, then remembered they were naked. Jeff elbowed my ribs, “Dude hang on, we’re in for a hell of a ride.” Tracey whispered something to Liza, who whispered back. “You guys want more of a show, or what?” Liza asked. “I think we should go for the ‘Or what’,” I answered her and winked. “Then Jeff gets to pick A or B,” Tracey said. “Okay, then B.” “Plan. He could scarcely stagger another yard, such was the extent of his exhaustion. He had clearly been beaten terribly very recently and looked much more than half dead."Tell me where you live, my friend, and I will make sure you get back home. First I will cleanse and dress your wounds and then you may mount this fine white steed."As soon as this had been done, she helped the naked boy up onto the previously empty saddle. She admired him briefly and appreciatively, for he was a strong youth and.