Follow me to the catacombs, we'll be safe there."And off he went with a single clap of his hands, his congregation following him as if he were a relig...ous Pied Piper. After about thirty seconds only myself, the Contessa and Bernhardt remained - running to safety was not an option - we had important work to do. We had a duty to the people of England. Bernhardt gave us both a big hug as we approached the wide open door. It was a mix of congratulations/ be safe / I love you all rolled into one. In. His name was Babulal. He said sorry, as his was a small shop which was open to the road. I called him to our house and gave our address. He agreed to come the next morning.Next day was a Sunday. We were watching Mahabharat, and Shalini was preparing breakfast. She was wearing a nylon gown and was looking very pretty. Then there was a door bell. I opened and found that Mr. Babulal was standing. I invited him and asked to be seated. Shalini served breakfast to him also and then tea. We spoke. It was girl! I was in shock it was my nehbiour (She is cute and has a nice body the last thing i rembered is that she had a crush on me a few years back when i bearly moved in, but now she has grown as well as her b**bs an her ass! i was surprised when i checked her out. "she is 2 years younger then me i kinda felt weird if i would be with her") I asked her "what are you doing in my room!?" She was embereced and quiet. I saw her move her hand out of her small shorts real quick where her. He was sending me a sample video of Velvet’s latest shoot. I watched it and marveled at her skills. She was a natural. As soon as I had put the phone down again, it immediately rang and I saw a message from Shawn. I was going to ignore it, but since he never really tried to contact me, I took a look. It was a text message and attachment, but this time it was a video of our son fucking my daughter. They both looked drunk or stoned, but he had found it on my boy’s phone and thought that I should.