As was now my habit, I cooled my beer an' leaned back in my chair ta enjoy it. I didn't git a mug ta go along with my beer, soz I was drinkin' it from...the bottle. I raised it ta take a swig when a bullet shattered the glass, an' I heard a voice in my head, "Ya Son of a Bitch, ya ain't so powerful as ya thought ya was!"I didn't know what ta think, but that didn't keep me from divin' under the table an' scannin' around tryin' ta git a fix on the source of the voice. Shit, a whole flock of. Gargles it and then spits it into my mouth. I keep the milk in my mouth some time savoring the taste of Shweta’s saliva mixed with the milk. I finally can’t take it anymore I take the bucket of milk and pour it on Shweta. She gasps ahhhh! And gets drenched in milk. I can make out her areolas and her nipples through the blouse.I grab her by the hair and kiss her lips, biting and sucking them. She then parts her lips and I slide my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues swirl over and under each. He had his own life, a business that ate up 80 hours a week of his life mucking around in people's brains and spinal cords, a wife he loved and a son he loved more. We got together physically maybe twice a year and he'd call if Mary or I didn't call him maybe once every other month."Dad, what is going on with you and mom?" Hi, Peter. How are you and Marlena doing? How is the smartest three year old in the world doing?" I'm working too many hours, Marlena is working too many hours and Austin is. There was $200.00 in twenties wrapped around a hotel key. The hotel was right down the street and the room number was 101. I should have just gone home that night after work. However, I was horny and apparently, Jack had paid for my services or at least for Bills dessert. I finished work and drove to the hotel. Once there I went to room 101 and knocked. Bill answered the door. Kay, I have been waiting for you, Bill said as he opened the door in just a fancy robe. I walked inside checking the.