As usual Mr. Ranjit Singh was serving customers but tonight he was looking less than his usual charming self.I just could not resist asking. "What is ...he matter Mr. Singh you don't look happy"?"Oh deary me Mr. Nash, it's my daughter Reeta. She is a big problem, her mother and I have found her a nice young man back in the Punjab, for her to marry and he comes from a good family, and he has some money and a nice house but she refuses to have anything to do with him. I just don't know what we are. .The torches in the distance had frozen in place, but I still smelledsomething burning. Something like pork? At some point the man's torchhad landed on his belly. In the struggle I didn't notice it. His fleshwas searing even as I watched. I smelled blood, and cooking meat.My mouth watered.No. No fucking way.I wanted to eat this man I'd killed.That was a bridge too far. He'd attacked me, tried to hurt me. But Iwasn't a fucking cannibal.Disgusted, defeated, and afraid of what I was becoming, I. ”Itnaa sunte hi unhone mujhe dhaka diya aur main bathroom mein gir gaya. Aur unhone nighty utaari toh mere hosh ud gaye. Unhone andar kuch nahi pehena tha, aunty ekdum nangi thi. Unka figure 38-34-36 tha itna hot ki kisi bhi khada hojaye. Mera ekdum hard ho gaya tha.Woh mere upar aai ab mujhe unki chut dikhai de rahi thi. Woh mere sir ke upar khadi thi aur fir mere muh par baith gayi. Woh bolne lagi, “Le madarchod chat isse, yahi chut chahiye thi na, chaat. Saale meri chut ki jagah meri beti ki. And so there I was, posing in front of my son.My son...immediately; his eyes grew very wide! His fork suspended in mid-air...he looked at my chest and then...I could see him scanning my entire body. I shivered as my son's gaze romaed downward...and I felt oddly embarrassed that he might notice my round belly. It was at that moment, I wish I had worked harded to maintain my flat stomach. I felt a flush of warmth wash across my face...my son's eyes moved lower, seemingly, he was studying the.