Tab woh chup ho gaya. Main samjh gaya k baat kuch or bhi hai..miane use kaha k bhaiya aap ne mujhe bhai kaha hai or ab aap mujhe se hi baat chippa rah... hai .tabusne kaha nahi ajay aisi baat ni hai per kuch baatein parde mein rahein toh achi hai…main use samjhaya k agar aap problem ko share nahin karo ge kisi k satth toh woh solve kaise ho gi…itne woh rone laga or bola k “bhai ek aurat ko mard se sirf 2 cheeje chahiye hoti hai paisa or pyar …main yeh dono hi nahin de pa raha hun usko. Maine. By the time she graduated with honors, she had developed a profile of her mother’s killer. After college she had been recruited by the FBI, but she had turned them down. Instead she went home. Was it home? Not really. But it was the place that she needed to be to get the job done. To find her mother’s killer. And she had. Five years of her life. Fighting within her own department to get the case re-opened. Pushing the Cold Case unit to do their jobs. Making more enemies than friends. It had. The two twelve foot tall men lifted me together into there arms and began a three way necking ,licking and kissing me on my mouth both of there long tongs fucked my throat some times both of ther mouths together and both big long tongs went deep into my throat like a double fuck both tongs filling my throat my hands were feverishly stroking there huge cocks as they were now at full erection at 68 inches on one and a good seventy five inches on the other stud ,wr****g my armes and legs around. ”“Yeah,” I said with a nod and a frown. “I knew when this was all over that you’d either be impressed by my ingenuity or pissed off beyond belief. I suspected it would be the latter but I hoped for the former. Can I explain my rationale without any more harsh words?”“Are you going to be a smartass?” Liz wondered (and rightfully so, I thought).“No,” I told her. “I will do my best to explain things without being a smartass.”“OK,” Liz said as she sat back down. I sat down opposite her and took a.