After sometime Rohan came back to me and said,”Bro, you gotta see her, she is damn hot.I think we can get to fuck her tonight.She looks cooperative ...nd she looks just like Tabassum mam.”I was shocked at his words and said” bro it’s a marriage and if anything goes wrong we will be thrashed up by people here.” he said first listen to what happened and then speak. I said ok tell me what happened.He started telling the story.Sex Story in Rohan’s words:Macha (bro) I was standing near the pool and I. What's wrong? Why are you staringat me like that?" Who are you? I have no idea who you are, or who I am."She came forward and planted a big kiss on my forehead."You're Sarah Hackett, and I'm Amber Hackett, your mother. A few monthsago you were running downstairs to see a TV program, and you tripped overa book and fell all the way down. You were lucky, if you had fallenslightly differently, you could easily have broken your neck and beeneither killed or paralysed for life. As it was, you bashed. Keelmira, the ancient ancestral home of the Buckley Clan, was an isolated sleepy little village hard on the shore of Clew Bay, on the West side of the island. The start of the O'Buckley's land holdings was the end of any decent roadway; only a rutted dirt track led into the small valley in which Keelmira stood. Electric, telephone and other cables were all underground so as not to mar the pristine landscape. Most if not all of the residents of Keelmira were Buckley kin lured back from across. Just after lunch I was paged over the PA to come to the front office, when I got there I was told to report to the owner's office. I knocked and was asked to come in. In the office was the owner and another man, who I noticed as the man who's photo was on the driver's license in the wallet I had found. The wallets owner was very grateful for finding his wallet and explained that he had taken his mother to church that morning and she was cold and he had covered her up with his coat and the.