. but it was being 'investigated.' Governmental pressure on chemical suppliers dried up his legal sources of supplies and Jake's little lab went bust....By the start of 1963, Jake had ended up in New York City, unhappily ensconced in the triple layer cardboard domicile he called home. He had no phone, no power bill, no address, no postoffice box ... Jake had fallen off the radar.Since the lab he used to run, was in Iowa and New York was now home, Jake had been introduced to the interesting mode. A black corset that pushed her tits up and together making sexy cleavage. It stopped just above her pubic area and her pussy was completely uncovered. Her black stockings where long enough that actually reached her pussy lips. I said where is the rest of your costume? She said the shoes are still in the box. I pointed at her hairless pussy and said what about your snatch? She said what about it? It's uncovered I said . She said I know, I'm going to leave it that way.She asked if I thought her. Even with the tech booms and busts, we were pretty much together on everything.’ ‘Problems started with our second child, John. Right away, we knew there was a problem. John is a special kid. Special as in he will never be able to live independently. He has lower level functioning, behavior problem, autism, impulsiveness and a slew of health issues growing up. It did not do well for our marriage. I was at fault for focusing all my energies to John, away from my husband Bob and my other son. To komal ne haa khete huwe mujhe kaha ke rata ko mane us apan gharhe bulay he aap mare kamre me thee rata ko 10 baje aaj jana me us se 10.15 komare kamre me bhejuge. Par ek shart he me ne pucha ke key to komal ne kaha kethum apne muse awaj ne karo ge nahe to us shaka ho jaye ga ke me nahe balakekoye or he ma ne haa kaha or komal chale gaye ab me rata ka intazar karne lage.Wo bade land wala adame mare choot kabharta banyega ye schokar me khush ho rahe the. Rat ko me nahane ge or khubache tara se.