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friends wife and her daughter

1/14/2011

Here I am going to share my sublime experience with Revathi,
Mr. Rao’s daughter. Rao has worked for my company for the last 6 years. I remember
just a few months after he joined my company; Revathi was
born to his wife and him. He and his wife were also well aware
of my evil side. The moment I heard that his wife had given
birth to a baby girl and the moment I received their naming
ceremony invitation, I immediately wanted to go and see
the new baby. This was obviously a preparation for my evil
intentions. His wife Sheila, at the very sight of me, she gave me bitter
looks of sheer hatred. I wanted to see how long his wife could
be rude to me since Rao was a simpleton who always only feared
losing his job since he had to now support one more new member
in family. Surely enough, Sheila couldn’t stop me from
visiting their home which I did once every 2-3 days to see
Revathi. I had nicknamed her Reva for short. I was able to
visit that often only till she was 5yrs old. After that I
got terribly busy managing some heavy dues and other problems
at work. But I made it a habit for Rao to bring her up to my cabin.
I had told Rao that I wanted to keep a watch on her progress
and development in life. That excuse was only for Rao. But I actually wanted to keep a check on her physical developments
and to make sure that she is growing according to my taste.
And quite surely everyone in the office knew that. However
she was too young then. But the other reason I really wanted
to see her often was to make sure she developed great trust
in me as a caring and nice uncle. I wanted her to trust me for
whatever ever I did, even to the extent of fondling her body
parts. I had got her habituated to being touched in all the
most sensitive private parts. My doing so with her had helped
her overcome this withdrawal symptom which absolutely
all females have when a guy wants to touch her. I was pretty sure Rao also knew my behavior with Reva. But
as I had predicted, he always tolerated it silently simply
to save his job. On the other hand, I also started considering
playing some games with Rao’s wife Sheila at least until
my darling Reva develops into a worthwhile and desirable
young lady. In fact I was only tempted to play games with
Sheila because of her hatred towards me. And oh yes! She
was no less a bomb. She was just as hot as any of those slutiest horny full-bodied
voluptuous yet graceful looking South Indian heroine
or bitches. She had a very beautiful face with fat juicy
lips and large glowing pretty eyes. Besides all that she
had a fantastic sized pair of melons on top, a bottleneck
type of sleek waist, and an ass twice the size of her massive
boobs. She was dark in complexion but had a sensationally
smooth skin texture that could make any great saint lose
his lifetime virtues. I am a mere human with basic instincts
thoroughly active in me. There was one thing I noticed very
clearly seductive in Sheila was that almost all her blouses
were nearly transparent. I don’t remember seeing her even once wearing a blouse
that did not expose all her interiors in explicit detail.
I understood that she didn’t mean to provoke other men
but it was a natural habit for South Indian women to wear
those kinds of transparent blouses. I understood this
because I had the privilege of viewing her in those blouses
for some months until the day she noticed my eyes were constantly
glued to her blouse from any and all angles. From that day
onwards whenever I visited their place, she would appear
only with the saree pallu well over her head and shoulders
to serve tea and then would rush back to kitchen. I was quite certain that with such a traditionally complexed
woman it would be virtually impossible. And forcing her
into sex would mean losing even my chances with Reva who
was still a budding rose. So until Reva really grew up to
be my dream girl of my fantasies I just had to fantasize over
watching Sheila’s erotic figure even if she kept it covered
all over in saree. Trust me; she was terribly provocative
even that way. So I could imagine how hot it must be for that
lucky idiot Rao to sleep with her naked in bed in the darkness
of night. By the way, even her clothes’ color combos were so sexy
and hot like most often she wore bright reds, blacks, purples,
and orange. Her most common favorite combo seemed to be
a set of yellow saree-blouse with the clearly exposed black
bra beneath. If I’m not wrong most of her petticoats were
either black or red. Now the only thing I wasn’t familiar
with was her taste for panties and what colors/material
she liked them to be. That could’ve helped me gift her
with her most favorite combos but in a much better class
of quality. I was still finding it a bit too long to wait for Reva to grow
into the sexy babe I dreamt of. Can you imagine waiting for
a young for nearly 12 years till she grew from minor to a major
and be legal to have sex with? Before whenever that day would
occur, I was getting desperate to spend at least one night
sleeping with Sheila fully nude. I wondered if that chance
would ever occur. Yet I attempted to give it a try. In the beginning I planned
to build a decent friendly relation with her and to establish
an obligatory trust in her towards me so that she will have
no choices to refuse me later. First I approached her one
day at their residence while Rao was also home. I asked Rao
for a long forgotten document of our client which was certain
to take quite some time to find as it was a backlog. This was
to give Sheila and me enough time to start afresh again.
Rao went in to look for the file, while Sheila was as usual
hiding in kitchen. To play it safe and fair so that she also
feels comfortable, I went to kitchen and asked her to come
to their small hall where I was sitting. She asked why. I told her I needed to speak to her about something
important. I saw the relief and satisfaction in her eyes
that I had decently come when Rao was at home and that too
called her to hall to talk. With a sweet smile she said she’ll
join me in a minute. I went back to the hall waiting for her.
From where I was sitting there was a wide view of the kitchen
door. She was not visible directly. But there was a stainless-steel
utensil rack on a wall which seemed newly bought. The reflection
of her upper figure in the rack was very vivid. I observed
as she was re-adjusting her blouse and bra parts and the
beautiful long wavy hair to look decent enough. After some time she appeared before me, patiently waiting
to know what I wanted to speak with her so urgently. She softly
asked “Is Rao work discipline up to your satisfaction?
Has he troubled you in some way?” I knew she was worried
about his job security. I was going to say something else
to her. But seeing the situation I got a better plan. With
a long pensive-looking pause, I said to her that I had some
outstation projects for which only Rao is best suited.
And that I seek the agreement of both, him and her, to send
him on tours some of which could be as long as one to two months
away from home. She did look a little sad at first. But she knew that would
disappoint me and that would eventually affect his job.
So immediately she gave a broad smile and said that this
was the best news that her husband will get to travel and
see so many new places also. She was somewhat smart enough
to ask if that would enhance his salary or promotion. I said
yes, if both of them agreed to the new proposal he can simply
demand whatever salary he wished. Sheila was suddenly
so thrilled to hear that. She gave this blissful smile and thankfully stepped backwards
toward the room Rao was in, without turning her back on me
which was a sign of showing respect like they did in the royal
palaces for the emperor. I smelt success in the air. She
rushed in to give Rao the good news. Immediately Rao also
came out with tears of joy in his eyes, prostrating at my
feet saying he will never be able to repay my kindness. In
my mind I laughed at what his state will be the day he realizes
he had to pay as large a price as to sacrifice his wife and
daughter’s social morale. Instantly I raised him up
from the floor and told him to hurry up finding the documents.
And he rushed back into his mess of papers, leaving behind
his sensational wife alone with me. She immediately went
to the kitchen and brought me special delicacies. I wanted to tell her that no delicacy in the world could match
her raw juicy meat. Surprisingly I noticed that now she
had taken the pallu off her head and shoulder (only one shoulder
of course, lol). The pallu still remained on the other shoulder
but had been shifted slightly away from one breast. She
bowed down to serve me the delicacies in such a manner (which
I believe was intentional) that her posture made the pallu
to slide slightly off the shoulder. She didn’t seem to
be in any hurry to reset it. Instead she allowed me to savour
on that mind blowing deep cleavage that could accommodate
a whole kettle of tea into it. She stayed in that position pretending to be busy arranging
the delicacies in plate and adding sugar to the tea. Her
seduction was very obvious. Just as she attempted to add
milk in the tea, I told I don’t want it. She apologized
for not knowing that I preferred dark tea. I insisted I wanted
milk but not the one she was adding. She asked if she should
bring some other milk from outside. I winked at her and said
why go out for something that exists within yourself. She
blushed instantly. Although at first she felt I was rude,
she knew she had to compromise for her husband’s promotion.
She simply smiled and winked back at me. Her eyes somewhat
gestured to wait till the time her husband was not at home.



I was pleased with such a fast progress in his wife and my
achievement. She stood up turned around as if looking into
the bedroom for Rao. But I knew she wanted to actually allow
another feast for my eyes. This time it was a feast on her
entire curvaceous rear view. Since she was giving me such
green signals, I was tempted to not just feast my eyes on
her. Softly I pressed my hand into her piping hot ass. She jerked in shock with a brief but loud squeal. Innocent
old Rao came running to see what happened to, what he believed
to be, his delicate wife. She was confused what to say when
he asked. I told him she had accidentally touched the hot
tea kettle. He checked to see if her hands were alright.
Then right in front of me she kissed him so passionately.
I felt like she was showing me a sample of what I was going
to get. That incident ended there. The very next day I dispatched Rao to a remote village where
he had to supervise the setting up of our new branch office
there. This work could keep him tied up there for at least
two to three months. I had also secured myself by making
him sign a contract that he will not leave the task incomplete
even to visit his family. He must have guessed my intentions
and plans for all this arrangement, but being a weak man,
he was most helpless. He even showed signs of neglecting
my evil traits as long as I didn’t fire him. He was to leave the same evening. As soon as he departed in
train, I paid a courtesy visit to his wife and daughter.
For a change, I was warmly welcomed by my hot Sheila and Reva
was as usual excited to see me. In front of Sheila I didn’t
show any intimacy with Reva. I wanted Sheila to believe
that I was only passionate for her and that I had no malice
towards Reva. After a long pretence of decent talk in the
company of Reva, it was 11pm. Sheila knew what I was waiting
for so she put Reva to bed which is a different room from the
one that parents slept in. I found that an advantage for
future to take Reva in her individual private bedroom once
she is developed. Meanwhile my lollipop baby Reva was in
a sweet innocent dream world sleeping peacefully. While
the air was heating up between Sheila and me. I was a bit surprised why she let us be still sitting in the
hall. I thought she might lead me to her bedroom, unless
she liked all the action in the couch itself. On this special
occasion of the ultimate union between Sheila and me, she
was dressed in her sexiest bright red saree and same color
blouse. She told me that it was the set she wore on her wedding
night. Wow! I was sure to make her repeat her suhaag raat.
I was eager to know what else she was wearing. Since there
was long silent gap of confusion between both of us not knowing
how to start, I placed my one arm on top of the couch. Lowering
it slowly, I touched the bare part of her shoulder. Suddenly she got up and stepped away from me. I found her
behavior very peculiar. I stayed calm without saying a
word but just watching her moves. She was blushing in embarrassment.
Finally after a long gap of silence she said, “I’ll
be right back, please wait. I wondered if she was going to
refuse me from doing anything vulgar. I waited as patiently
as possible although the fire was already ignited inside
me. I was getting frustrated with the time she took to come
back. I was ready to if required. While I was planning
various ways to seduce her, I heard her voice from bedroom
asking me to come there. The door was half closed. I opened
it fully to see the most astonishing surprise. Sheila was had taken off the saree remaining in just the
red blouse and the petticoat was black. I still had no idea
what color bra or panty she was wearing. I was hoping to see
her later in only a bra and panty since a woman looks hottest
in just that. However, she invited me to sit in her bed. Out
of curiosity I asked if she usually stayed like this in only
blouse and petticoat at home. She said yes. According to
her it was the traditional home apparel all South Indian
women wore while at home. I asked is it that out of home also.



She giggled and said no. again I tried to determine that
if this is how she dressed at home then why didn’t I ever
get to see her like that ever since I knew her. She said obviously
a woman is shy when there is a stranger at home. Again I asked
how come she considered me a stranger for so long. She had
no answer to that. But she came and sat next to me in the bed.
A silent gesture to tell me to stop asking question and perhaps
she wanted me to start some exciting action. She pulled her legs up in bed with chin resting on the raised
knees. There was a slight gap in the lower open circumference
of the petticoat, as if inviting me to take a peek inside.
Or maybe she was not aware of it and was just my own fantastic
imagination. Her eyes were staring at me with awe, wondering
what I expected to dominate her with, being her helpless
weak husband’s boss. First I tested by touching her bare toes. She pulled them
back shamefully. Then I moved very close to her body with
our hips almost pressed into each other’s, putting my
hand across her waist from behind. My hand was placed on
the upper edge of the petticoat where the string is generally
tied. As most women do, her knot of the string was also tied
along the side of her waist and my fingers were right over
it. As soon as I had touched her there, her body began trembling
severely. I asked if she was ok. She stammered and said yes,
although her nervousness was too obvious. Gently I moved my hand to her centre, feeling her deep navel.
Then slowly put my other hand also there and moved them both
upwards, scraping over her soft and warm skin up to the lower
hem of that sexy red blouse. The part of blouse that covers
the shoulder had parted slightly away from her skin. That
gave me a glimpse of the black bra strap. So now I knew what
color bra she was wearing. I still wondered what panty might be under the black petticoat.
However, my guess was that if she could wear a black bra under
a red blouse, most probably it would have to be a red panty
under the black petticoat. I was eager to see how correct
my prediction was. But it was too early to just lift up the
petticoat to check her panty color and also very immature.
Affectionately I caressed and cajoled her whole body part
by part in a very seductive manner. It was very clear that she was getting aroused. As she grew
more and more desperate to be touched by my masculine hands
(unlike Rao’s feeble ones), I inserted my one hand through
bottom of the blouse on her back and the other through the
blouse from front side. She was quite confused with what
was happening. I’m her husband must have never done anything
so adventurous and exciting to her. But she was sweating
like a bitch and getting desperate to get fucked as well.



She was already a mother, so was experienced enough I assumed.
Next thing I kept stretching both my hands away from her
body with both the hands still inside the blouse from either
sides. I constantly kept pulling them outwards till the
whole blouse got brutally ripped off. She looked terrified
with the way I stripped her wedding blouse so savagely.
I told her that blouse is still a small thing to be lost. And
pieces like petticoats, bras, and panties can be replaced
all the time. The only thing that was important was the saree
which is intact. She smiled half heartedly. Yet in a way that adventurous
spark in me seemed to excite every nerve in her. She really
loved my sexy treatment which perhaps she always fantasized
of but could never get it because of such a stupid husband.
She was impatient to see how I stripped off her remaining
garments. I thought of getting her seriously excited.
I made her stand up on floor. As she stood in front of me, so
far with only the black bra on her upper portion and the black
petticoat, I was still curious to know what kind of panty
she might’ve worn specially for me. She was definitely
all dressed up so gorgeously only for me and to have a more
exciting suhaag raat than what might’ve happened with
her stupid hubby boy. She was still eager to find out how I was going to strip the
rest of her clothes. The only big piece on her now was that
damn petticoat. I winked at her, lit a cigarette, and kept
the lighter burning. She looked puzzled. I lowered the
lighter down to her feet and let the petticoat catch some
fire. She was shocked and speechless for a few seconds.
Then screamed at the top of her voice, untied the petticoat
string herself, and let it drop down and finally extinguished
the fire. The she screamed at me “ARE YOU MAD?” I said
yes, that’s why I played such a trick to make her take it
off herself. Just then Reva came running to the room, asking
what happened to her mom. She was first shocked to see her
mother standing in front of me in only her undergarments.



She innocently asked “Mummy, what happened to your clothes.
Sheila was speechless again, not knowing hot to justify
her shameful state to her own daughter. I decided to make
things a little easier between mom and daughter. I sweetly
told Reva that your mom was trying some new clothes, that’s
all. Reva simply stared at me for a few minutes then flashed
a convinced smiled and ran back to her room. After that utterly
embarrassing accident Sheila was too hesitant to do anything
further with me. I tried to console her. But again she screamed saying “Not tonight at least.
Just leave me alone and go”. I knew that my chance with
her will never ever happen again if I left her that time.
While she was trying to calm herself down from the appalling
embarrassment, I enjoyed the sight of her sexy voluptuous
figure in the black bra and yes just as I had guessed it was
a red panty she wore under the black petticoat. That has
been and will remain the sexiest and most seductive color
combo for a woman to wear. I made her sit in bed, kissing just
her lips first, then continued kissing every inch of her
exotic and erotic flesh. Purposely I turned the fan off to let the temperature of
the room and our bodies get hotter and hotter. I also took
off all my clothes with absolutely nothing on me. Then gracefully
laid her body flat in bed. Spreading her arms and legs wide
apart like wings, I lightly sat on her soft belly, and started
fondling her hot boobs. Gently first, then as she began
her passionate moans urging me for more and more, I increased
the pressure and mashed those mighty melons like a beast.
At a point I was almost pulling her nipples along with boobs
inches away from their normal boundaries. She didn’t want to scream but had to with the way I was mashing,
squeezing crushing her meaty boobs. Then I paused for a
minute, to create an urge in her for more. She was staring
at me in horror of what I was going to do with her next. Then
slowly I squeezed my wrists under her bra straps and again
started pulling them outwards till they eventually snapped
off. She looked so cute with the bra still on but of no use
anymore with the straps broken. I attempted to do the same
with the main bra (along with bra and the hooks on her back).
This time it took a little more effort to break off the well
secured hooks and cups. But with my kind of strength it was child’s play. Her eyes
were split wide open in astonishment with the amount of
strength I could rip off her clothes with. She got a bit scared
since she never knew me personally. Scared that I might
her or physically abuse her if she annoyed me. She just kept saying “Don’t hurt me, please don’t
hurt me. I won’t stop you from anything. For Reva’s
sake, don’t do be violent with me”. Since she was finally
going to be left with not a single shred of cloth on her body
she requested me to close the bedroom door so that Reva doesn’t
have to see her mother doing such dirty activities with
someone other than her husband. I refused to close the door.
Because more than just having sex with Sheila I wanted Reva
to learn her sex lessons that too directly from her own mother
fucking another man. I wanted Reva to believe that sex was a common thing and anyone
can do it anywhere anyhow. Sheila went on begging me to not
let her daughter get exposed to all this. Since she had no
idea that Reva was my first preference, I simply ignored
all of Sheila’s lamentations. Finally I just had to threaten
her that if she cries anymore or screams one bit. I will really
have to her although I had no such intention. She became
absolutely quiet after that. I was sure it wasn’t going
to be a pleasure trip throughout the night, but I was determined
to take her beyond the kind of orgasm limits she may would
have never experienced or even fantasized of in her whole
life. First I discarded the useless bra off her body revealing
her explosive bombshells. As I was sitting on her belly,
I moved my groin slightly lower down over the panty-covered
cunt. Gradually rubbing my hard on dick, I kneaded intensely
on her totally bare luscious boobs. Little by little with
the help of my dick itself I started pushing the panty downwards
until the dick and cunt were in direct naked contact. She
was turning wild with sensation of a real macho male body
stark naked pressed against her fully nude feminine figure.



With no fan or any other cooling system turned on the room
was steaming hot and additionally our body heat made our
sensation hotter than hell. Our bodies were swimming in
a pool of sweat and other sexual fluids oozing from either
of our bodies. Her eyes were shut tightly, teeth were biting
on lips, and hands clasped intensely against the bed. After
some time she left her mouth wide open gasping for breath.
At same time I was cumming. Immediately I thrust half the dick down her throat (her
mouth was too small to take in my entire shaft at once) and
gushed all the cum into it, threatening her to swallow it
completely without allowing even one drop of it to escape
onto bed. She was so scared that unbelievably she did swallow
up almost more than half of it. But later her throat was getting
choked so she begged me to spare and allow her to spill the
rest. I just closed my eyes in disgust but pardoned her.
That was another time Sheila and I noticed Reva standing at the door and wondering
what was going on. Out of her sweet childish innocence she
again asked “Uncle & Mummy what are you both doing? And Mummy what is that white in your mouth which you are eating?
Ice cream?” I giggled at her ignorance. But this was a
little too much of embarrassment for Sheila to handle any
further. She started yelling at the kid and then got out
of bed and spanked her very badly. I also got up from bed and
stopped Sheila from hurting Reva. Both the females started crying badly. I was in a terrible
soup not knowing whom to handle first. Finally I picked
up Reva and put her in the parents’ bed. Reva being a middle
class family girl, used to wear only a chemise and of course
a cute tiny panty while at home. Sheila was very against
Reva being around while she and I were having the wildest
sex that Sheila had ever experienced. I warned Sheila with
big eyes not to stop me from what I was doing. I ordered Sheila to obediently come and join Reva and me
in the bed. Weeping with tears rolling rapidly down her
sore eyes, she came and sat behind Reva hoping that would
prevent me from misbehaving in front of the child. I didn’t
give a damn to her drama and I was least bothered about Reva
being with us then or rather I was more pleased she came in
so I can train her from an early age with parental non-guidance,
lol. Reva again asked “Uncle tell me really, why are you and
mummy not wearing any clothes? Shall I also take mine off?”
Sheila felt very offended by this but now she knew that it
was of no use shouting or creating any scenes since she was
spotted red-handed with another man, both fully naked.
So if she didn’t obey me, her secrets will all reach her
husband from their own daughter’s mouth personally.
And that would be such a grand occasion to watch Sheila’s
facial expression. Anyway, I moved Reva to a corner of the bed as she was obstructing
the space between Sheila and me. I kept Reva there, telling
her not to move or speak or ask anything from now on, but just
observe everything very carefully. She sweetly nodded
with big eager eyes to see what I was going to show her, with
the prettiest smile on her face. Since the clothes that
Sheila was wearing were virtually torn, I told Sheila to
wear some other saree. Suddenly Sheila’s face gleamed with joy. She was so overjoyed
to know I was being kind to her again that unaware that her
daughter was sitting beside she leaped and kissed me on
cheek and ran to pull out a new set of saree from the cupboard.
She pulled out her regular yellow saree-blouse set along
with another black bra, a purple panty and a green petticoat.
She was about to go to another room to wear it all. But I quickly
caught hold of her arm demanding that she must wear it all
right here since there was anyway nothing to hide in her.
In great embarrassment she turned her back to me and very
slowly started wearing each piece. As soon as she had turned her back to me, I instantly pulled
out my mobile with camera and hi-res video features. My
back was towards Reva so she couldn’t see what I was doing.
I had also placed the mobile hidden beside my thigh. Luckily
she was standing in a place opposite to a large full length
mirror in their room. That let me capture her from nude-to-dressed
state from front and backside. It was bloody sexy watching
her pull up the purple panty first, then slipping on the
black bra and eventually dragging up the green petticoat.
She was fixing the hooks of the blouse in the most passionate
manner with her eyes tightly closed. Last but not the least,
the winding up of saree around waist and pulling pallu to
secure her breast. After the whole dressing scene as she turned facing me,
I told her to now undress all over again. She looked too startled
to hear me ask her strip nude after the tedious effort of
wearing the long list of pieces a woman has to wear. She waited
for some time with a sad face hoping that I will change my
mind. I reminded her again to do what I told her to. Making
a long face, she very slowly pulled the pallu down the shoulder,
gradually unwinding off the waist. I told her to do it slowly and passionately but not taking
unnecessary time. This was because my video would otherwise
take too long and become boring. She saw me recording her
stripping scene so she knew what I was expecting. I guess
she thought that if she pleases me fully, exactly the way
I wanted, I might also act somewhat according to her safety
requirement i.e. to keep secrets from her husband. Hence,
from that moment she undressed herself in the most slow,
passionate and erotic style just like they show in blue
movies. Her sensational moves could actually melt everything
in the room. On completion of Sheila’s strip shot I still continued
recording her while asking her to walk nude all around the
room and finally enter bathroom and give another sexy bath
shot. She was about to let tears roll down again but I repeated
my large eyed warning that she was being recorded on cam.
Silently I instructed her to wrap herself up in a towel and
walk into bathroom leaving the door wide open and to maintain
a happy and naughty mood appearance on face. She was seriously trembling with fear that things were
going too far and she was already trapped with my previous
recordings. With no choices left she moved towards the
cupboard, wrapped herself in towel, and walked into bathroom.
I was so excited to have her so much under my control. I was
desperate to see her drop the towel and give the hot wet bathing
shots. Wow! I couldn’t believe that erotic scene of Sheila
who already was a hot voluptuous dark tanned South Indian
mother now getting drenched under the steaming shower.
I loved it when the first drops trickled down her sensational
body. After giving me a good 10 minute long bathing shot, she looked
at me asking if she could come out now. I agreed and stopped
the recording for some time. Next I instructed her to wipe
herself up and walk to the bed in towel. But I wanted to do
more recordings later next day or night with much better
equipment and props. In future I planned to bring some professional
extremely hi-res video cams with great memory so that I
can even capture every move of hers all through the day/night
non-stop from the time I entered her flat till (if at all)
I left. I spared her for that first night to rest before she had to
give loads of erotic scenes next onwards which I kept as
secret from her. I was waiting to enjoy her reaction when
I told her my exhaustive plan of her next day. I left at 3.30am
that night.

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what a sad fucker you are

1/14/2011

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a fancy story, not a sexy story I hope its not true

1/14/2011

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you took the puss puss

1/30/2011

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u r a mad fucker do not write anymore.

2/27/2011

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Terrible story.
You must be sick

1/15/2018