.Aunty ne muje welcome kiya.Aunty ne mere liya nimbu sharbat laya…Glass lete wakt mere hath se glass fisal gaya aur sara sharbat mere pant pe gir ga...a ..Pant puri gili hui thi ..Aur gili hone ke karan chote miya ki salami saaf saaf dikh rahi thi .Aunty ne ek baar meri oor dekha aur gussa hoke khaha ki tu jaldi andar ja jo pant saaf kr ke aaja..Mein daar gaya aur jaldi bath room mein jakar panty saaf ki aur ek handpump maar ke sara pani nikal diya..Muje handpump marte wakt aisa laag raha tha ki. .”John had died as he had lived. A hero. My hero.+++At the inquest the multiple CCTV recordings showed that John’s reaction had been incredibly fast. It would have been amazing for a man in his twenties. For a man in his early nineties it was miraculous. The vehicle that had come out of the side street didn’t have a driver. It had been parked with the engine running when it was hit by a runaway supermarket cage. The driver of the van had no possibility of avoiding the impact or of stopping. Would they be amazed? Scared? Our pictures were going to end up plastered all over the Internet, but a part of me couldn’t wait to see what would happen. It was like standing on a bridge or a cliff and hearing that voice in your head telling you to jump. That little chaotic voice was saying that the more crowded the beach, the more entertaining the result.“Ok, time to liven up everyone’s day,” said Lorraine as she banged on the roof of her car and I did the same.Doors opened and everyone got. " Then he leaned forward to kiss first one breast, then the other. My nipples were hard. He closed his teeth over one and suckled, and I gasped. "You like that?" he asked, lifting his head."Mmm Hmmm," and I smiled. That was enough for him -- Steve lowered his head again and began kissing and licking my breasts, one after the other, sucking each of them until both nipples were slick with his saliva. I was getting all hot and bothered again, but this time I was going to be satisfied! He drew back.