My weakness has always been barefooted women showing off their cute feet and long smooth legs. Her hazel eyes with her brunette hair have always grab...ed my attention, same as her mother.We watched TV for awhile before I found myself nodding my head and falling asleep. I looked over and saw she was already asleep. She had fallen asleep on her side, with her little titties pushing out her shirt and her legs pulled up toward her chest, which pushed out her bubble butt nicely. There was no harm. But it was a hell of a lot better than being punched full of holes by buckshot. I could wash off the crap I got on my clothes, but I would never have been able to wash off around nine buckshot that were headed in my direction.Now, I'll have you know that I, Hannibal Walker, am a peace-loving, friendly, likeable kind of guy. I want to be friends with everybody, but some people just don't seem to see life the way I do. That's why, as soon as I hit the floor, I pulled out my revolver and proceeded. He was startled to see Nancy standingover him, looking as angry as he had ever seen her. A split secondlater he knew why. He didn't need to look to know what had happened.He could feel the damp sheets beneath him and the room smelled like abus station bathroom. He stayed silent, uncharacteristically unsure ofwhat to say.Nancy broke the silence. "You're fortunate that Lisa's room is downthe hall. The smell woke me up, but must not have drifted that faryet. You now have some decisions to. Ladki waha gayee. Hero ladki ko apne bedroom me legaya. Phir bola “Hazaro ladkiya bambai aati hai heroine banne , tumme aisi kya khas baat hai jo tum heroin ban sakti ho”. Ladki boli “mein kuch bhi karne ko tayaar hun sir”. Hero bola “kuch bhi”. Ladki boli “yes sir, kuch bhi “. Hero bola ” thik hai mein jaisa bolta hu waise karo, apne sare kapde utaar kar zameen pe ghutnoo pein beth jao”. Usene sare kade utaar diye , aur woh apne ghootno pe thi. Hero bola “ab meri paint utaro”. Usen paint utar.