Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am unta...nted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. ” I fingered her dripping pussy. “And you belong to me.”“Ammm… yes.” Her moans echoed the room.‘Pak’“Say that you belong to me.” I slapped her ass and commanded.“Ahh.. I belong to you.” She declared.My friend’s wife got wilder after the declaration. She moaned louder. She was like a liberated woman and had no restraints anymore. I added another finger and finger-fucked her. My left hand smacked her ass. She liked it and howled and came on my fingers. I was really concerned if the neighbours. .. of course, she was wearing her school blouse or PE T-shirt... but they didn't hide the bigness or the forward thrust of... you know, and..." And?" He commented on her fabulous breasts and told me that I was a lucky father to have a daughter with such breasts... he called them, "magnificent boobs"... he also asked me to watch them daily because, he said, they would grow to be bigger... and indeed he has been right." I see. What else?" In a separate note he explained his intention for sending. Bibi tilmilai par khadi rahee,main socha ki salwar patli hone kee bajeh se us ki aungli bibi kee choot me asani se ragda kha rahee hogi. Ab mera bura halat tha yeh sab dekh kar. idher bhabi kee bhee halat aisi hee thee.bhoh bhee idher udher ho rahee thee.Dekha ke peeche bale admi phata phat aungli us ke peeche ghused raha hai. Kiya krein dono hath mein bag the.10 minut ke bad bahabi badi muskal se mere side aa gayee per use pata nahee tha ki peeche mein hoon.Bhabi badi sunder to hai hee lekin.Read More
