You’re right, I must admit it, you are right. This would play well with any CUNT I bought up here.”“Excuse me!” The vulgarity shocked me I nev...r expected such language from this man.“I’m sorry that just slipped out, what I meant to say was that any lady that graced this space, would be impressed.” He said, laughing while he spoke.Something went off inside me. An instinct…we all have it, fight or flight. I could hear it screaming at me, “DANGER.” I turned my back to him. Disgust filled me, I. Out running errands, I surmised.Paul’s room was around the back side of the house, on the corner near the back door. I would usually go right up to his window and knock lightly, as Paul’s mother was known for her government-level interrogations when his friends came around. Seeing as she was gone, I went right up to the door. I knocked smartly, hoping to keep this part of the journey short. I wasn’t sure how comfortable I was hanging out with Paul alone for any stretch of time just then.My. So here I am, on the straight and narrow."She also noted that he drank one pint of beer and that was all."You with anyone?" she asked, and had a fluttering of fear she did not understand."No," he said, almost sadly she thought. "I was going with someone, but we split. Not because of me this time," he hastened to add, with a ruthful smile. "We just were't suited for anything permanent." You'll find someone Zak," she assured him, laying her hand on his bare arm."Yeah, well," he said. "I blew it. Pooja ek gori ladki thi jiska figer 34-26-36 tha usne apna figer kaphi maintain karke rakha tha. Mere badan me karent dod raha tha pahli baar koi ladki mere gale lagi thi maine bhi pooja apni baanho main bhar liya uske badan ki garmi mere badan main aag laga rahi thi uski garam saanse meri garden par mahsoos ho rahi thi.or main pagal ho raha tha main uske baal pakad kar use hataya or uske honto ko choomne laga wo bhi mere honto ko choom rahi thi hum franch styleMain ek doosre ko choom rahe.