”“I’m five feet eight, brown hair, brown eyes ... And I weigh about 155 and wear Coke-bottle glasses.”“Would you do me a favor?” I asked.�...�Of course!” she instantly replied. “What do you need?”“Two things,” I replied. “First, I would like you to see an ophthalmologist I’ve used. He does remarkable things with his magic laser; a sister of mine went from 20/500 to 20/20 in a few moments. Oh, yeah...” I added, “it’s all paid for. Second, if I send over an exercise machine for you, would you use it?. ‘You a sissy?’ asked Emma. ‘No- just don’t like fighting.’ ‘You’re a sissy aren’t you!’ she told me. The onlookers murmured. ‘I don’t care if I am.’ ‘Well, if you ain’t wrestling you ain’t leaving.’ There was a murmur of agreement. ‘Why not just wrestle, then we can leave,’ Christie said. ‘Well, first I don’t like fighting, I won’t fight our hosts, I won’t fight a lady and I don’t have clothes- I’m not doing anything in these wet clothes but go home. A pair of swimming trunks was thrown. He told me it was to work out their anger, to obtain self confidence and also to end up competing in body building contests. I had never thought about his body building employment until three months ago he told me that his latest prisoners were from Africa and they were all black men in their early and mid twenties. Right away I began to wonder how I could get those hot black men over. This weekend could be the perfect opportunity I had thought. I picked up the kitchen phone and called Pauls. .Kutte haram ke bacche nikal..Maine aunty ke lips pr apne lips rak diye aur aunty ko kiss karne laga aur aur thodi shair tak aise hi raha phir dheere dheere lund aage peeche karne laga aur phir aunty awaazien nikalne lagi lekin mera lund abhi bhi aunty ki chut mein pura nahi gaya tha..Maine ke dhakka aur mara…Lund pura ka pura chala gaya..Aunty chilai aur aine phir lip kiss krni shuru kar di..Aur saath saath lund aage peeche bi karne laga aunty ne mera muh peeche kiya aur kaha saale chuadai.