Woh apni gaand pakad ke leti thi aur mere laude ki chaat rahi thi. Main uske mooh mein thooka aur woh use pee gayi.Woh bistar pe thaki thaki neend mei...n lag rahi thi. Main halke se uske upar aaya, apne aap ko position kiya. Aur jhatke se poora zor laga ke apna lund uski chut mein ghused diya….Ohhh maaaa. Behenchod kya kar rahe ho. Aaaah mar gayiii main aaj. Aaaahh kaisa maa ka loda hai tu. Aaaahh bas kar main phat gayi. Bahut dard ho raha hai.Maine uske mooh pe haath rakha aur use poore zor se. Average, notbeautiful in appearance by any means, but definitely a woman.Strawberry blonde hair now reached his shoulders. He gave an experimentaltug on his new locks and found that they held fast to his scalp. O.K., soit must be glued somehow, he thought. Looking down he saw that histoenails has been clipped, shaped and painted in the same pink hue. Notrace of body hair was evident. He unbuttoned his sleeveless floral top to see what was filling the brahe now wore. Pulling silvery straps from. Being a real man was a state of mind, not being. You couldn’t become a real man – you either were or you weren’t. It was an attitude, a swagger. It was in the mind not the body.A real man takes what he wants. He always gets the best and fuck the rest.A real man thought about himself first, second and third. Everyone else came in a far distant fourth. Real men were the wolves, everyone else were sheep.So, what the fuck was he doing with this whole stupid Confederacy? Why the fuck was he putting. He wasn’t looking forward to the trip ending.Tah and Raghu were in the lab and the others in the sitting room, one day in the fifth week of travel. “Hey Tah,” said Raghu. “We have spent a lot of time on ships lately. Do you ever remember a passage as smooth as this one?”Tah was feeding Nianna. He looked up and gave Raghu a thoughtful look. “No, now that you mention it. The captain said last night that we are nearly three days ahead of schedule. He said we’ve had good winds and so far the storms.