I live with my step-mother and her daughter, my father having died some years ago. We have a good relationship and are quite close to each other. My s...ep-mother is only 45 years old and my step-sister at 24, is two years older than I.Both women in my life are gorgeous – my stepmother, Sunita (I call her Ma Suinta), is 5ft 5” tall and has an hourglass figure with medium sized breasts with shoulder length wavy black hair while my stepsister, Indira, is somewhat taller at 5ft 6” and has a more. A small procession of priests made its way to the stakes and thenfollowing, surrounded by a group of soldiers, there were twoindividuals, stumbling barefoot, chained and in bloodied stainedragged shifts. They were the victims. With horror, even through theirgaunt, stained faces and shorn hair and sackcloth clothing, Irecognized William Archer and his wife.I could not watch any more and I made my way back out of the crowd."Don't you want to watch?" asked a soldier, following me.When a shout went. Shirley was still in the shower and didn't hear them so she walked into the living room wearing just a pea green towel covering her tits to her knees. She rubbed a small yellow towel in her damp hair. Oblivious of our guests and preoccupied with the impatient snacks, she strutted quickly into the room, muttering instructions to herself and moi. Her green towel desperately hung onto her tiny tits and swung open from them with each long stride.Abruptly frozen in mid step, eyes popped wide, both. "Apologize for what?" P took a deep breath before she spoke. "I am sorry about your wife Ofelia and the children. I only realized tonight that it was a year ago today." The previous year Ofelia Nickerson was driving home from a day spent shopping in Richmond, Virginia. She was driving a Ford Explorer on I-64 with her three children in back, David, Michael and Samuel Jr., ages ten, six, and three respectively, all either strapped or buckled in. At the time Mrs. Nickerson was also five months.