Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. Wo bahot excited ho rahi thi.aur akhir kar usne kaha ki apne sex organs se khelna to gain pleasure. I said ok. And notanki me ok bol kar apna kaam karne laga just to check ki usko kitna interst hai mujhse aisi baaten karne me. Fir wo boli to ab mujhe batao do you masturbate?Mere to bhagya khul gaye ye sunkar. I got to know she was getting hot. I said yes i do ,pata nahi kyun but ab mujhe bilkul bhi darr nahi lag raha tha. I asked aap karti ho..she said kya karoge jaankar as if teasing me.I said.Read More
