" He glanced at Sergeant Fischer. "How?"Fischer looked to his left and then the right. "After she put three bullets in you, you fell." Fischer made hi... hand fall flat. "After that she put one in the blacksmith." He patted his thigh. "That made him angry. Without you there to save her, he threw one jab, a hook, and then an uppercut." Fischer mimicked the punches. "The AI calculated he hit her with over twice the force of what he had used on Corporal Diaz."Slipping the shirt on, Mead swung his. She's not the owner, so strictly speakingshe's not the junkshop girl, either. Sometimes I'll go by and I'll see theowner there, a squat older woman from some Southeast Asian country, and I'llpass by, avoiding her forbidding scowl.But other times I'll be about to pass by the window of the junkshop and I'lljust know my girl is there. Maybe I've subconsciously glimpsed her in one ofthe tarnished tablespoons in the window, or maybe her dusty-spicy fragrancelingers on the doorstep I haven't even. Without making any sound, I slowly moved to Parul’s bedroom.As I neared the room, I could hear moans from inside and the door was open. I guess they didn’t bother closing the room door as the main doors were locked. I peeped into the room and the scene was so hot! My cock sprang to life instantly.In the room, I saw Parul lying on the bed with legs spread and naked below the waist. Arpita was there in between just in a bra and with a finger in Parul’s pussy and licking on her clit. Parul had. .Nenu steroids n all chepa, mari natural ga ela cheyochu ani adigadu, nenu pressing and massaging ananuSrujan :Nee mida try chesta Anjali: antha asha unda navi nokkalani?Srujan: avnu anjali , chaala asha ga undiAnjali: sare ipudu nenu yes ananu anuko em chestavuSrujan: chepta , tell me what are you wearing aniAnjali: nothing a T shirt and a track pantSrujan; lopala em veskoledaAnjali: night em veskonu paina, avi free ga untene baguntundi nightSrujan:em chestavu ani adigavu kada, first nii pakka.