To boli ki maine mummy ko dekha hai jab papa ke sath soyi hui thi to papa mummy ki chut me ungli kar rahe the or mummy papa ka land chus rahi thi dono...ah ah kar rahe the or thodi der bad papa ne mummi ke muh par safed pani chhod diya or papa mummy ke upar nidhal hokar let gaye par mamy kah rahi thi ki tumhari yahi kami hai tum kuchh kar hi nahi pate ho or mere ko ungli karke kam chalana padta hai.Tab maine socha ki isme to bahoot maja aata hoga tab maine bathroom me jakar ungli karne ki sochi. On that day she is wearing yellow color sari with green transparent blouse. The hooks of her Bra is shining from her back side. I am looking eagerly towards her. She kept my eyes looking at her breast. Then she said” Arun, What r u looking for?”Then I said “Aunty How Breast milk tastes?”Aunty: You must taste it in u’r childhood.Arun: I haven’t remembered yet.Aunty: What I will do?Arun: I want to taste it.Aunty: How dare you tell this?Arun: Sorry Aunty, It is my keen desire since 5 years to. I guess that would mean that whoever shot at us was dead.It was instance after instance of our men returning fire and not taking an active attacker role from there.Fran handed me a note that made me smile. I said to the panel of five men, “Someone took the time to listen and watch the video enough times that the number of rounds fired were counted. The people we were attempting to capture fired a total of five hundred and eighty-two rounds. Law enforcement fired sixty-three times. We were very. The sun beaming through the bay window of her flat and a failed air conditioning unit made sure she stayed there. Quite frankly, she might as well have been in a fan-assisted oven. Being utterly lazy, most of the time, today she decided on just a tee shirt and a pair of plain black panties, both of which drench by her sweat and clung to her skin. Somehow she had managed to sleep comfortably through the heat, especially since her hand had fell into a half melted bucket of ice cream by the side.