Rape and The Highland Fling
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Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
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*~*Hey guys, Luckie here. I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has been reading HIGHLAND MAGIC and any of my other stories. Your reviews are what keep me writing. I am sorry the chapters have been short, but I try to pack them in with a lot of stuff. I am working on several other stories as well, so if it takes me a while to get another story up, that is why. Thank you all again for your time and for choosing my stories to read. Reviews keep me writing, so please, review away! Thanks!...
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Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
????????????????? A Month in the Highlands - Chapter 6??????????????????????? ???????????????? ????? I awoke to darkness and pain. My surroundings had dramatically changed, but my scrambled brain had no idea precisely where I was. According to the vibration and smell of exhaust fumes, I was in an automobile, probably in the trunk. Although not bound in any way, there was no freedom of movement. It took me some time to realize that I was inside of a kind of sack. Moving my hands over...