Baat hain 10.03.2016 ki mere ghar se thode dur par ek marwari aunty rehti hain naam madhu size mast 40 ka dud chut mein baal gaand 50 ka hoga.Unka ek ...eta ek beti aur husband.Beta apne job par sister ki shadi ho gayi aur husband ka apna shop.Main aksar unke ghar ke paas kfc tha main week mein ek din jata tha ek din jab main bike park kar raha tha tab uas aunty ko dekha wo apne husband ke sath ja rahi thi sab log aunty ko dekh rahe thay kya mooti gaand wali aunty gori bhi hain.Mera dekhte he. Her voice became ever more desperate as I plunged in and out of her and I reached a pace which forced her to place both hands on the bed to steady herself but she made no complaint. To the contrary she was gasping and mouthing obscenities the like of which I had never heard before. She almost screamed, ‘fuck me, fuck me.’ I had no idea what this meant but assumed it indicated pleasure and maintained my momentum. The ridge of velvet between my lips was working considerable magic upon my own. Just as things were heating up inside the car, they pulled over for dinner.Both took turns to freshen up a bit so that they could be awake and keep each other company during the night.And they started towards their secret little destination. The road was quite empty. Riya decided to switch the AC off and lean out of the window to feel the wind. Her hair was flying everywhere and a huge smile lit up your face. Looking at her, Manan pulled her in firmly after a while and asked her to take a nap.. “During my time at Defense we were keeping tabs on the Puerto Rican Nationalists and a couple of names keep surfacing in our investigation...” I was talking to Donald Outermann, a seasoned capital investigator who was transferred to the Secret Service to head up high profile cases. He was referred to me by the Director of the Secret Service and came loaded with energy and intensity. If anyone could sniff out the Puerto Ricans before they made their run at killing Truman, I felt confident that.