Aise meri chuchi dabao..swamiji…aaahaaaaa… jor jor se masalo…aaaaah….eeesss…..meri …swamiji…aahhhh… .apni Uma beti ko bhog lo, mere sw...ami…offohhhhoo…meri chut ko ragad dalo…chod dalo mujhe please …(fondle my tits, hard, fuck your daughter….fuck me)” my whore mother was moaning..“Beti, tere nange jism ne mujhe pagal bana diya hai…wah kia jism hai tera….tera pati bewakoof hai jo paisa kamane mein laga hua hai aur tujhe meri randi beti ko yahan chhod rakha hai….mujhe tujh jaisi randian bahut. But Desmond's weight was too much and her ruined abs shot white-hot pain throughout her body. Jenny lay heaving in the dirt, having only moved an inch. She tried again, shoving with her feet and lifting herself forward with her forearms. Fire erupted anew in her midriff and she fell forward with a short cry, squishing some of Cynthia's intestines.With agonizing slowness, Jenny pulled herself slowly forward with her hands and her toes. Wriggling mightily, she finally managed to drag herself. “Your car. My granddad helping you with it, or…whatever.” He said, as he reached down to pick off a piece of the crust of her bread. “Oh, uh, just that he’ll ride me up to the station tomorrow.” “Yeah, okay. That makes sense.” He said, playing with the small piece of crust he’d torn away. He transferred it back and forth between his palms, then let it slip through open fingers to the floor. He was quiet for a moment, and Riley debated continuing her meal. “Oh, yeah, go ahead. Sorry.” He. I don't think I could have come up with a more exquisitelyperfect torture for her had I wanted to.The folowing morning, I told Tim it was time we got around to a taskwe'd been putting off for months. He agreed, and we set to it."Wow, it sure is dusty up here," said Tim. "You were right, Merry.We've put off tidying the attic for way too long."Most of what was in the attic was junk, the detritus people hide awaythat gets deservedly forgotten, but there were one or two items wecould do something.