She was slowly running the blade sharpener back and forth across the shears, it made a ‘scratching’ sound.Martha: “Yes, after he told us about h...s change of attitude.”Mary looking at what Martha was doing: “So you’re making sure the shears are nice sharp, no dull blades?”The fourteen year-old held up the shears in front of her father’s face, squeezed the handle twice, and chuckled: “Snip, snip! Nice and sharp!”Shirley and Mary laughed and Bill looked uncomfortable.Mary looking back and forth. ‘I’m not a whore’ ‘Umm. Ok. Thank you for that information,’ ‘You said we had to look after passengers,’ she continued ‘I’m just letting you know that I am no whore.’ ‘By look after I just meant protect,’ John could feel himself going red ‘They feed and bathe themselves. Just let me know if they are ill, break up fights and don’t let them fall out of the airlock.’ He turned back to the line. ‘Any more questions?’ The line was silent. No John had to make his decision with his 25 credit daily. Near my house there is a huge flat where upper middle class stay and my independent house is near buy, and I used to go shopping for grocery or any nick nacks in the evening, during course I met this couple somewhere in January and they were young around 30s newly married I presumed, so whenever I used to meet them they used exchange few words. one Saturday evening they met and they were looking badly for company from someone who knows this place Bangalore as they wanted to see the pub culture,. Her caramel skin with the small dark patch of hair adorning a most glorious sexpot and her darker brown areola and nipples. She is sensuality personified.I move back to her and begin the kissing climb once again, this time stopping at the glory all treasure hunters desire. I begin to lightly kiss all around, the soft pubic hair, the velvety mound and below. I suck in her lips that were slightly peeking out from the now very wet slit. I begin to dig for treasure using my tongue. There it is. The.