How did his great mother’s piss taste? The taste was more of furniture polish than her own sweet cunt juices. He was more satisfied with the taste. He smiled to himself thinking about his famous Ammijaan. She’s a fucking whore alright or she wouldn’t have been naked fucking herself openly in the living room. He went in his bedroom looking at his digital clock on his computer desk. The time was 6:30 a.m. this all took place in two hours. He laid on the bed and dozed off into semi conscious sleep.
End of Ch 4
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