Dosto chudne se phle maine kabhi nii sochaa tha ki itti buri halat ho jayegi aisa lag ra tha gand me kisi ne baansh ghusa dia ho.Ek taraf meri buri ha...lat ho rakhi thi vhi dusri tahaf bande ne mujhse kas k jakad rkha tha use pta tha mai chatkunga isliye usne lund ko dhasaaye rakhaa.Sex bhi ajib cheej h gand marane wala chudne se phle saand se bhi chudne k liye taiyaar rhta h but jb lund ghusta h naa fir naani yaad aane lgti h aur chodne waale ka bas chle to gand me ghus jaye aur agar chodne wala. ” “Told me what?” said Jill. “I always have my hair done topless.” Jill grinned, “No chance buster!” She combed things into place for a quick look, moved me over to the kitchen sink, removed my glasses, bent me over and washed my hair. Having finished she put a large towel round me, covered me over and sat me back down. She moved back a bit and I heard her pick up her comb and scissors again as I dried things off a bit. “Not too dry,” she said and took the towel away. She took my breath away as. “You’re so easy,” she gasped, in between the giggles.I slid my hands from her shoulders to her neck and closed them around her throat.“One of these days, I’m going to kill you,” I hissed at her through clenched teeth. “I’m going to kill you over and over until you’re completely dead.”I squeezed but apparently not hard enough because Tara kept on giggling.I sighed and dropped my hands.“That was really mean,” I said.“Yeah, I know,” she said. “I’m sorry for doing that.” But she hadn’t stopped. She stepped around the bedroom absentmindedly as she changed the linen. Her hands working as it heaped the dirty sheets into a large basket, her mind elsewhere. She wrestled with herself, unsure whether this was right or wrong, being here with him. Or was she trapped here?She was startled out of her thoughts as she heard his heavy footsteps up the stairs. His large mass always announced itself in the creaks and groans of the wooden house. She felt her stomach tighten and mouth go dry, nervous.