She always wore those old lady, ribbed wooly jumpers (often white, with an inappropriate black or dark coloured bra underneath) and polyester trousers... I got to liking the trousers because they showed off the hoof profile of her minge as the fabric strained against her flabby abdomen. I also checked out her arse and could always see the big knickers she wore.Like I say, I used to go round and say hello and have a coffee or just pass the time with her for 20 minutes. Some times when I was. Ab mai uske pas gya aur uske muh me lund daal diya aur wo chusne lgi jb dobara se lund khda ho gya tb maine usko ishara kiya taange kholne k liye aur mai uske choot pe lund ragadne lga isse wo pagal ho uthi aur andar daalne k liye bolne lagi maine use bina tadpate hue dhire se andar diya fr dhire dhire jhtake marne laga aur ahh ahh krne lgi fr mjhe kuch alag krne ki sujhi aur maime usko doggy position me kiya aur usko piche se chodne laga aur maje lene lagi .Ab uski gaand upr thi to maine thoda. Frank had pulled his uniform shirt above his nose.I was relentless in asking where we were going and scared shitless at the guns pointed at us from everywhere. The four Nazi flags attached to each corner of the jeep did give us some comfort that we wouldn't be shot at immediately.Close gunfire still rang out and I shuddered at every shot. Claus buried my head in his crotch and cowered over me. We were in dangerous territory. Frank sped only to be stopped at another checkpoint for another. Black magic is real. Think before talk."Thug #2: Oi, oi, they approach.Cleo and I crossed the floor and stopped at their table. Cleo spread her lips in a ferocious smile. She was dressed in a deep maroon satin caftan that did not hide her curves. Instead, it gave the onlooker a sense of promise of what was hidden under its flowing folds. The trio froze in their seats."Er ... guys," I said. "We're going to the Petronas Auditorium. There's a concert we want to go to. Make it easy for you to.