Alsover had also invited Maria and Timothy, and on Saturday evening, the three of them were sitting on the couch, snacking on appetizers when the door...ell rang at precisely six o'clock. Always punctual, Mr. Oliver wore pressed khaki slacks and a short sleeved white dress shirt. A slender, tall man of seventy-two, he looked tan and healthy.In his left hand, he held a bottle of red wine, and in the other he carried an over-sized leather portfolio containing paper and art supplies.Ms. Alsover made. She had taken some time off to relax and had decided to go to Rio, meeting up with some friends there and have a week of parties and sunshine before her next gig.She smiled as she remembered the past fun filled days and felt a bit guilty about the abundance of booze she indulged herself into. “Ah well”, she thought to herself, “That’s where times off are for.” Then an image shot back into her head from somewhere these last few nights. It was another festive night as she went out with her. We lived in the same home she and grandpa did when he was alive. It was located in your typical middle class neighborhood. A strong work ethic was another virtue she instilled into me from the time I could understand the concept.Grandmother Beverly died in a hospital bed two days after she was in an automobile accident. I was away attending my second year of college, but I was by her side within hours of being notified. It would take me months to recover enough from her death to start acting. Thodi der aise hi mai karta raha wo wo bohot kamuk ho rahi thi aur siskiyan le rahi thi aur bedsheet ko noch rahi thi. Fir maine unhe seedha kiya aur unke boobs muh me le liye aur zor zor se chusne laga wo tadapne lagi aur aaah haaa ahhh aaahhh kar rhi thi.Unki dono chuchiya pine ke baad maine unki panty bhi utaar di aur wo ekdm nangi ho chuki thi. Fir maine unko sar se paav tak chuma, mere har kiss par wo machal rahi thi. Fir mai unki jangho pe kiss karne laga Aur waha se kiss krte karte unki.