‘Break, break, break.’ came the voice of Detective Warner over the radio. ‘This is Detective Warner. We are at the scene of the helicopter crash...at Cemetery Hill… Raymond Westboro is dead. Raymond Westboro is dead…’ Some in the crowd groaned, while some, including Cindy and those around her, held their breaths as they waited for the rest of it. The tension could be cut with a knife. It seemed like forever, but the next words finally came out: ‘Commander Troy… is alive! I say again… Commander. Me class chala gaya mera class me man nahi lag raha tha man ker raha tha ke bhabhi ko ja ker chodu mene apne claas attent ke or 5.30 gar chala gaya bhabhi ne jaise he door opne kya me bhabhi ko dekhta hei rahe gaya bhabhi ne ajj full tite salwar khamis phne thi mene bhabhi hug kiya bhabhi ne muje bhi hug kiya or kha itna let kyu huwa mene kha traffic me fas gaya tha bhabhi ke bacche samne He bete thi mene kha bacche dekh rahe hei bhabhi ne kha dekh ne do abhi bache hei un ko kuch samje nahi hei. “So are you aware of the app then,” I asked ignoring her question.She did her best to remain a seasoned, stone-faced, cold, unshakable lawyer at the top of her profession, but got a bit misty eyed with tears of happiness when she said, “I’ve spent millions of dollars trying to find a way to reach into my brilliant son’s mind. Out of the blue he brings me my phone with a hundred-dollar app that has done what the best medical minds in the world could not. If you tried to use the three-level. Now coming to the story, I enjoyed the anal sex experience with Fahad and now I was getting hornier day by day. I wanted his penis. We used to have phone sex and he sent me pictures of his erect penis which used made me wet in my pussy. Now I got bolder and used to tease him sending him my sexy pictures. He liked my slim legs so I used to send him pics of my hot legs whenever I wore tights or tight churidar pajama.One day we planned to meet on a week day. He took off from office and picked me.