.Ak sal bad decembr ka month tha thand bi achi khasi te or anni or richer hmry ghar ayy or hmy apni anniversary pr invite kiya to ham ny kha zaror ayn... gay lakin phr agy hi din mujy company ka kam s yak week ka liya dosry city jana par gaya to ma ny anni ko excuse kiya or kha ka rani zaror ay ge or ma subha hi nikal gaya dophr ma anni ai rani sy milny to rani ny us sy pocha ka anni tmy kya gift chaiya apni anniversary pr to us phly to anni ny kha kuch ni baby bs tm ajana phr kuch dair bad anni. She begged me to go, I couldn’t. Spring Break was still too fresh in my head. I lay there in her bed for hours, trying to convince myself that I should just go to sleep. I couldn’t. For as much as I wished I could, I was wide-awake. I smoked a joint. I tried TV. I read a book. I smoked another joint. No sleep. I resorted to music. I must have dozed off with her headphones in my ears. The last thing I remembered was listening to “Sultan’s of Swing.” Sleep, finally. # Tegan shook me. I. Me:aise naye saal ka swagat karoge muje tang karke,Uncle: meri chuchi pakad kar bole sali ye to purane saal ko vidai kar rahe hai.Me: tum meri chuchio ke piche kyu pade ho.Vijay:apna lund dikhate hue to tum iske piche pad jao.Me:nahi, itne bade lund meri chut nahi sah sakti naye saal mai maine apni chut nahi fadwani.Sanjay :sali nakhre karti hai teri chut dekh kaise pani chhod rahi hai.Muje unse sexy batte karke maza aa raha tha,vijay nai muje bed par patak diya sanjay nai muje bed par ghutno. It took a long time for her to come up to change out of her work clothes. She started up the stairs and I quietly moved to a position behind the door. The curtains were all closed and I’d removed the bulb from the main light in the room so I knew how I expected things to pan out.Practice makes perfect they say. That was certainly the case when it came to the handcuffs. I had her hands cuffed behind her before she knew what had happened. Her crying out for help did nothing but help me. While her.