"You wear those jeans and tee shirts, lounging around at home, keeping that barrel chest all to yourself. You're so naughty, just hiding those thighs ...nd defined calves. What's your end game here?" she said commandingly, but with humor. They were both having a good time with this. "I could talk about your stupid dick and how it's not in me. I could talk about your dumb ass hands not on my tits. What's the deal with guys who can't read your mind?" she observed like a comedian. She kissed him. Then I hear a knock at the door. I tell her to come in but she doesn’t, so I walk up to open the door myself. And there against the doorframe is the call girl I ordered last night. Mom is in her tight black dress, push up bra, stockings and heels. This time though she doesn’t run away. In the sexiest sultry voice I’ve ever heard she whispers, “Hi there stud.” She then comes in, closes my door and sits on the edge of the bed. I just stare at her dumbfounded. “You did call the service right? They. I killed her with a knife.And then it hits me. Perhaps this is the true power of Hell; its ultimate torture. Maybe I’m doomed to kill or be killed only to come back to life and relive this torment over and over again? My resilience in surviving might be used against me. Maybe this blessing, this longing for life, will become my final curse as living will now be reduced to nothing more than inflicting or receiving pain at the hands of others living in this same realm of Hell.If so, what in the. Uske papa mentle hospital me kaam krte the.. Jb mai apne dost se baat kr rha tha tb maine uske papa ki chillane ki aawaz suni.. Vo keh rhe the PAAGLO KO SAHI KRNA HAI UNKO MAARNA NAI HI… Maine apne dost se jb iska mtlb pucha tb usne bataya ki company vaalo ne papa ko marizo ke liye galti se highly effective behoshi ka spray bheja hai.. Jb maine uncle se iska mtlb pucha tb unho ne kaha ki iss spray ko daalte hi pagal mariz 2 se 2.5 ghnte behosh ho jaata hai lekin agar ye kisi normal ke upar pad.