I lay there with a sore head and trying to face going downstairs and facing the embaresmentI eventually fell back asleep I reawoke some time later... in a slight daze to work out my suroundings I felt a hand on my thigh. I jumped and focused to find Dymphna sitting on the bed and the duvet rolled back which i probably did myself in my sleep.She satthere slowly stroking my leg. I figured you could do with a cup of tea and a tablet for your head but you look fine from what i can see. She. Faad do meri gaand aur choot…aahh aaaahhh. Ye sunke sab hasne lage. Lund ghuste hi aa gayi raand aukaat pe. Ye kehkar anish ne apna Lund Mere muh me ghuseda. Ummm aaaahh ummmm Mai choosne lagi uske kund ko.Tabhi itna Kam tha ki prateek ne bhi apne Lund ko meri gaand me ghusa ne ki koshish ki. Mai Dard k mare oagaehi rhi thi. Mai chikne lagi..aaaaahhh aahhh nahi please.. Aah…fiir b kamine maane.nahi..aue jabardasti ghusa diya usne apna Lund. Ab mere badan me char Lund ghuse hue the. Aisi randiyo. " I believe all you tell me without questioning its meaning; for instance, you told me to live, and I did live; you told me to hope, and I almost did so. I am almost inclined to ask you, as though you had experienced death, 'is it painful to die?'"Monte Cristo looked upon Morrel with indescribable tenderness. "Yes," he said, "yes, doubtless it is painful, if you violently break the outer covering which obstinately begs for life. If you plunge a dagger into your flesh, if you insinuate a bullet. That voice cutting through her like glass. She closes her eyes tightly, her body ridged with fear. He is standing right behind her, his warm breath caressing her neck. He pushes her hard against the rough wall, her cheek scraping against the coarse bricks, the feel of his weight pressing hard against her. “Please!” She cries. “I can’t be that woman.” “Which woman is that?” His hands come round her front and roughly take hold of her breasts. “The dirty little slut that gave into her desire.