" My warrior's braid took me a few years to grow," he explained, patiently. "But when this tree was a seedling, our ancestors were chipping stone tool... and most still thought of fire as a dangerous novelty." How can it be that old?" I asked, plucking the last pine needle from his hair.The tremendous muscles in his arm tightened and he proved that he didn't need my help getting back to the path. With a heave and a twist, he landed gracefully on the path beside me."I have watched this one grow. Figures swam into sight and blasts rang through his brain as he reamed this woman. History appeared in a whirlpool jumble: John Hinkley. James Earl Ray. A Dallas motorcade. A motel balcony in Memphis. A bullet split open her husbands skull, then it struck King in the face, puncturing his jugular and breaking his neck. The friends and families and security guards had piled upon the two massacred men, but they were too late. They were always too late. The failing breaths of dying bodies struggled. Change all her environment to sudden. And another incident is, once her 3dr class child fell down from the bed while playing, and hearing the baby cries I rushed to the room to pick up the child and at the same time aunt rushed from the kitchen and I saw her boobs jiggling like water balloons and rushed towards me as child is In my hands, and as if she is hugging me, cam towards me , rubbed all her boobs to me and finally took the child from me and sat inform of me on her knees and bending. His tongue was making circles around her nipple and the other hand was on her other boob. This went on for like 10 minutes and Ankitha was arching in pleasure. She kept her hands on Vijay’s head and was running her fingers vigorously. Vijay enjoyed this but he wanted to see how much will Ankitha allow him to control her. He kept her hands back to her position and said: “Ankitha, that’s where your hands should stay until I say otherwise”. She nodded in acceptance and for that, he gave a gentle.