A whiskey drummer sat alone at one table, his sample satchel on the chair next to his. A young farmer and two young sons sat at another table.Probably...in town to lay in supplies, thought Jase.Three young ladies and a gentleman escort sat at another table. Jase thought, I wonder who they might be and if they are related. The one young lady looks a great deal like the gent. From the dusters hanging on the wall behind them, they appear to be travelers.At another table further away, sat another. . . . . . I don’t hate you like you think I do” said Hanabi.“Hanabi . . .”“I . . . . I want my big sister . . . . I want things to be like they used to be” said Hanabi.“What do you mean?” asked Hinata.“I’m tired of how things are now . . . I hate it . . . I hate not having my big sister” said Hanabi.Hinata moved over on her bed to give Hanabi room to sit.“Hinata you’re not just a big sister to me . . . . . . You're like a mother . . . . . . You always took care of since I was born, which I. "Yeah, well ... you make it sound so damn romantic..." Aww, Babe," Ira said, sliding next to Jackie and moving his hand down my sister's stomach. "Don't be like that. You're ready when you're ready. Great. Let's do something..."Jackie didn't react much when he started to unbutton her blouse, letting Ira fondle her small, perky boobs a minute before he lost interest and gave her a sneaky grin. "Ready for some fun?" he said with false sincerity.Jackie shrugged. I couldn't believe he was ignoring. “Ohhhh Abba aap? Aap yaha kia kar rahe hain?” Vo auarat Saira nikali,Yousuf ki apni beti Saira. Tabhi Yousuf ki aankh khul jati hai. Usska jism pasine pasine ho chuka hai. Lund kissi khambe ke mafik khada ha. Tabhi ussko Khwab mein Saira ke bud budane ke shabd yaad aa jate hain. Khwab mein vo bol rahi thee” Abba, ab dal do pana lund apni beti ki choot mein. Chod kar mujhe apni biwi bano lo Abbu mujhe Ammi ki jagah de do Abbu!!!!” “Hey Allah, ye kia ho raha hai mere saath? Allah, kion mujhe esse.