Monday, February 8, 2010.

A thick liquid curtain clouds any attempt to view. The cold grips, becomes unbearable. That terrible fear that paralyzes the senses and keeps screaming. The earth seems to give beneath his feet, sinking into the mud up to the ankles. Furious runaway water veins descend downhill. Everything is unknown, too confusing. Run, run out of breath. Weeds and spider hits your skin, ripping her clothes. No one wants to die.

To mom boli nahi meray piyaray baitay zeed na karo janay do chalo ya dono behany chali jati hain . To phir chhoti behan nay ishra kiya nahi . Us time maine pocha ya sab baat ka mom ko pata hai? .

Monday, December 25, 2006. Oooooooyyeeeesssssssss Rahul do that I need that yes do it Chod dalo apni aunty ko aaj her words were increasing sex appeal in me than I removed her saree than she came and removed my shirt and my pant and than my underwear she so happy to see such a big cock she sad Rahul tera lund kitne inch ka hai.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010.