No misspellings, no factual errors, not a single page layout out of uniform, and no shoddy photos, you may keep your job. The pressure to produce such...an exquisite example of publication greatness fourteen times a year was bound to make even the most congenial soul turn into a complete soul-sucking wrench. And Amelie St. Clair had been a soul-sucker to begin with. Ten years since her ascension to editor, she had managed to perfect her wraith-like skills to absolute perfection, sucking the souls. Aunty apne hatho se mere baal sehlane lagi. Aunty ke hoth ek dum meethe the. Hoth chumte chumte dheere dheere maine niche aaya.Aunty ke neck par kiss karne laga unhe love bite dene laga. Fir unke dono boobs ke bich kiss karte hue unki navel ko lick aur bite karne laga. Aunty bas siskariya bhar rahi thi. Kafi jyada garam hogayi thi. Unke badan par paseena tha par uss paseene ki wajah main tha.Woh paseene ki khushboo mein ek alag hi nasha tha. Aur neeche badha aur dheere se aunty ki 3/4th niche. There sits on the mantle a faded photo of her family, back when they were all happy and together. It's so faded and old that her image has almost faded away.It was funny to her how all those cocks, the big ones, the long ones, and the thick ones had all merged together. She only really remembered two of them: Joe's, god that thing was magnificent, and her husbands."Funny, how I can't remember anything else about Joe ... was he blond? What did he do for a living? Just that cock is burned into my. " You can rapid-fire them?" Up to three," Malcolm explained. "See these connectors?"Trip nodded."You put three in the launcher and they are armed automatically as soon as they are in. That way you can fire three torpedoes in rapid sequence or three single shots without having to reload, saves us a lot of time in a fight." I don't like it," Trip said grumpily."What is there not to like about better defensive capabilities?" Malcolm asked in disbelief, and slightly upset that someone would be.