Miranda took a deep breath. "One of the pokemon the thieves used," she began, tears already falling from her eyes to dampen Misty's orange-ish hair on...e again, "It was just a machop... It hit her so hard that she's been paralyzed ever since." I-I'm so sorry," replied Misty, holding Miranda tighter, hardly minding the falling tears."If only I'd had Wraith back then," the woman muttered, shaking her head regretfully, "Even a strong machop is no match for even the weakest gastly. As I've said. Ravi uncle ko mein kai baar exercise karate dekh chuki thi, wo sirf pant pein hi exercise karate thein pant pe hone se unka lund ka ubhar bhi saaf dikhata tha. Phir raat ko vandana meri room mein aayi aur usko mein ne baho mein liya aur pyaar karane lag gayi usne mere pure kapare utare aur nanga kar diya mein neb hi vandana ko nanga kar diya phir hum 69 position mein aa gaye aur ek dusari ki chooot chatane lag gaye mujhe mallom tha ki uncle humein dekha rahe hein isliye mein jyada jor se. Curly chest for him to play with and his hot fore-skinned prick deep in my mouth. Me sucking and working that stiffening cheesy, heady dick, licking up and down, now playing with his hairy balls, licking and slurping and he, pumping wildly. Now I stand. Allowing the glistening red tipped dick shine. His beautifully shaped wet shiny dick head, glistening, a rubbery like ring preventing the foreskin from recovering the glistening helmet. I, hoping he would return the favour, but instead he simply. As you readers might know, Kareema died on Thursday the 17th of January, 2002. More about her funeral later.This story won’t be complete if I don’t add her ‘adventures’ as a ghost, at least occasionally. So here we go with one such an occasion.31 January 2002 Thursday :It had been two weeks since Kareema had gone. There was her graveyard. Unlike any other graveyard on the background, hers and a crescent moon, turned upwards, on top of it.Anyway, there was a photo of her, attached to her.