I straddled across the thickening snow to the safer lane. It's a small lane which connected two big office buildings and had a couple of garbage dumps... big ones around. The view towards this lane was mostly blocked due to its narrow section and also because of the garbage dumps. Plain white featured the grounds here as well but not as thick as how it was on the roadside paths. I've barely walked a few feet before I saw a pair of legs popping from behind the second dumpster. I hurry to the. Mera lund unhe dekh ke tb se hi khda home lga tha jb se unhone ghr ka drwaza khola tha. Aaj to men unhe kbhi aesa nhi dekha tha.Chlte wqt unki gaand puri hilti hui bdi si dikhai de rhi thi mae our time vhi ghur rha tha jb go ghr mae kam rhi thin or kitchen mae bhi . Mene soch lia ki aaj to chodunga aunty ko. Mene aunty pani manga or jb vo muje glass plda rhin thin to mene gilas ka pani oldte wqt apne upr gira dia. Aunty ne kha sorry beta mene bola aunty nhi meri glti thi. Unhone kha bathroom. Selena finished rolling up the tent and went to stow it in the wagon. She crawled under the wagon and folded up her own blankets. When those were neatly stowed, she started to wash up her breakfast dishes. ‘Didn’t you make me any breakfast?’ Liam asked. She didn’t pause in her labor, nor did she look at him as she answered. ‘There’s more in the pot there. Help yourself, not that you’ll eat it anyway. Seems like a waste of good food.’ She went to put away some of the dishes in the wagon. Liam. They sprang apart and acted like good Catholics.Although Sister Megan’s wet pussy demanded otherwise, she turned back to Father Cameron and walked out of the sanctuary, her patent-leather nunnish shoes clicking on the floor as Father Cameron deflated and had a dull conversation on Thomas of Aquinas with Father Lawrence.In Sister Megan’s quarters, she heard a “moooooo” come from the closet and hoped the cow she had ranted was shitting on the floor so they could take it out and smear it on each.