I reached for it, knocking my alarm clock off the nightstand. ‘Star! Star! They’re dead! Professor Jones is dead!’ Instantly awake I began to sh...ver. ‘What!?’ ‘Their plane. It went into the World Trade Center. It’s on the news. Turn on the TV.’ I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room not even taking time to grab a robe to cover my nude body. I turned on the TV and sat in shock trembling, shivering. I watched as the second plane hit. The smoke, the fire. The TV cut to the Pentagon.. . Thoda sa rook gaya… phir dheere se zatke dene laga. Mujhe bhi maza aane laga. Main bhi usko respnse dene lagi. Use aur bhi josh aane laga. Usne bhi apni speed badha dee. Main bhi khush ho rahi thee. Aaahhhhhh, Hmmmmmmmmmmm, hhhhaaaaaa Yesssssssssssssssss. Oooohhhhh vagairah awazen munh se nikalne lagi. Ankhen band ho gayi thee. Bas. Ek hi baat par dhyan tha. Khush ho rahi thee. Yah bhi dhyan nahi tha ki bedroom ka darwaza khula huva tha. Pati aur bhai dekh rahe the. Aslam train ki mafik who. Her breasts no longer secured slipped from the hanging bra. He reached back and quickly pulled her blouse off, allowing the bra to freely slip off of her. She gasped slightly, but maintained her composure. He went back to her nipples, which were tender and erect. Continuing to maul them with his hands he started biting her neck, lightly at first, then with more force. He felt her body tense against his as he continued to inflict pain on her. Reaching down with one hand he gently touched her. Once l had recovered from my numb-tingling orgasm stepped from the shower noticed that when drying myself found my pussy was still very sensitive, l looked for my trusty hairbrush to used the handle but had left the thing in my bedroom so wrapping a towel around me l went to my room. My brother Dave was halfway across the landing dressed in just his boxes, l was expecting him to complain about how long l was in the bathroom, but instead he gave me a strange stare l stopped and asked ‘what’ the.