Fir uske sath ke ladko n use roka or mujhe uthaya.. Or chettan ne mujhse ritu k no. Mange. Maine number de diyeWo roz ritu ko phone krta or areshan kr...a.. Ek raat ko uska phone mere pasd aaya or usne mujhe chaat pr aane ko kha.. M gya yo maine dekha ke wo hamari hi chaat pe tha. Usne mujh se kha ke teri bhn ki yaad aa rhi maine use smjhaya pr usne mujhe ek thappaf mara or kha ke sale saala h to saala hi rh or chat niche.. M dr gya tha pr wo mere sath hi niche aa gya.. Sb so rhe usne mujh se. Yahoo Messenger came as a relief to me, the day I found the chat rooms Iknew I could expand my dreams, talk with like minded people, and live out myfantasies in chat. Though I joked about it online I never believed it wouldever become real, that I would see what I wanted. It was not that I did notwant to watch her really suffer, I did, it was more about the safety, especiallymy safety, during and after. I had no guts for it. What if she reported it?Realized I was involved? Or if I became too. I was only thinking what kind of help she needs? Does she meant I should help her in satisfying her body need by a good fuck? Will she keep her house free from maid and k**s for a nice long fucking so on….Just at 5:30 I rushed out of my office. Again while I was driving my bike, I was thinking of her house to be empty only she & me and……The elder son open the door. Entering her house I found every body in house. I got disappointed. After few moments she came. I got mum. I could not say. It was two thirty Saturday morning when Mike stumbled into the house walking like a zombie. He couldn’t even recall the name of the Marine who had driven him home. He was dead tired, and could barely focus his eyes. Three days of watching the battle in San Diego had taken its toll on him. Ten or twenty minute naps every three or four hours did not constitute a healthy lifestyle.Rather than taking the long walk to his bedroom, he collapsed in his comfort chair. Almost as soon as his bottom hit.