However, it was the only home he knew for most of his life. Then, of course, his life went to hell. He remembered Natalie O’Shea, the tall blonde ch...ck he met on his first day at the University of Massachusetts, Boston campus. She seemed so cool and so friendly. Still nursing the wounds of his high school sweetheart, Haitian princess Vanessa Jean-Claude dumping him for a white guy, Sebastien had been drawn to Natalie O’Shea. She was cute, and didn’t mind letting a guy know it when she liked. I was having a great time. Between the pleasant conversation, the gentleflirting, the red wine and the satisfaction I felt from watching Mark enjoymy cooking so much, I was having a ball. I gathered up the plates andquickly rinsed them off before loading the dishwasher. I also wrapped upthe leftover lasagna and put it away in Mark's refrigerator. What a delightful evening it had been. Then I checked the time. It was 7:30. Could that be right? It was only7:30? It was going to be more than three. Both were smiling. Theother man looked a little older, may be 25. He had a devilish smile on hisface. They entered my house. The bastards! I waited for them to go in and aftersmoking a cigarette,I went into my own house byclimbing the front wall like a thief. What I saw shocked the hell out of me. Mysister’s door was open a little and I saw as Neena Didi was bending down overRamesh’s enormous prick. Neena Didi was sucking on his cock coating the thickshaft with her saliva. Oh, god, this bitch. Casualties were high on both sides and the Germans even managed to mount a last gasp effort with the “Battle of the Bulge” unexpectedly counterattacking the advancing allied forces in December of 1944.The two primary obstacles to the Allied advance into the fatherland was the terrain that consisted of many rivers that acted as chokepoints to the advance and slowed down the advancing forces and the famous “Siegfried Line” that was the German final line of defense to the West. Unfortunately, the.