So now, this is what I do. I sit in my car, watching her comings and goings. She hasn't been on any dates and I guess that is a good thing. Maybe she ...till thinks about me. Hmm. Nah, who am I fooling? I fucked up the best thing I've ever had and there was no turning back time to get it right.I drove back to my place and stood in my living room. I saw a few of her things that she had left there and I sighed to myself. I wondered if she wanted them back. A very small glimmer of hope flashed. A:- she hugged and said dont worry you get soon.I took it as opportunity hugged her back and started kissing on her neck she said behave I am your aunt and it not right I didnt listen kissed her again on neck and said you are my girlfriend and I want you to be luckily and then kept my lips on her first she didnt respond later she responded back and where kissing and smooching each other like a animal tongue and saliva where exchanging and was pressing her boobs she started moaning “ahhhahh. Steven, a reliable and responsible breadwinner, was hardly the man the sexual deviant had imagined herself marrying. As she turned into a small alley, she noticed a trio of wrinkled beggars sitting on the rough gravel, backs to her. Homeless old men were becoming an increasingly ubiquitous feature in the peripheries of the city. They were huddled together in the cold, perceptibly shivering. Her heart went out to them. Sliding her jacket deftly off her slim shoulders, she strode towards the men,. As soon as my son was put to rest, I would go back home and give Trash a session she'd never forget."How long have I been out?" I asked Sophie and Meredith."Thirty-six hours, give or take," Meredith replied. "The memorial service is tomorrow morning; the coroner released the body just a few hours ago. He didn't leave a will so..." Not that Natalie left him anything anyway," Sophie added. "I've already told apartment management that we'll be out by tomorrow night. They tried to squawk about.