This time she was clothed, in the white blouse and blue jeans she’d worn the day of her execution.“They shot me dead. But you shot life inside me,...dear,” she spoke, and a bluish mist puffed from her mouth, accompanied her words.“Are you real?” I asked and a rattling, buzzing sound, like a saw, sounded off in the distance.She frowned, looked at the floor and glumly told me, “When you die, you don’t really die, most of the time, until later. The spirits here, ones who died in jail, or were shot. .Maine bhi ye sun kr smile pass kr di…Main ab dheere dheere suit k upar se hi jhatke marne lag gaya tha…Minaxi jaan k boobs joh 36 k honge itne sexy lag rahe the..Unke nipples bhi khade najar aane lag gaye the..Mujhe lag gaya tha k use bhi maja aane lag gaya tha..Dheere dheere metro main ab humare station pass aane lage toh maine bhi apne aap ko sambhal liya..Fir sabse pehle minaxi madam ka station aaya…waise mujhe waha nahi utarna tha but uss din main jaan bhuj kar sath main utar gaya….Pehle. A few minutes later, Vicky emerged wearing the outfit. It was quite obvious that she wasn't wearing anything under the white tube top. Jana's roommate's boobs were big enough that she could suck her own nipples and it looked like she had just done precisely that. She had also released her blond hair from its perpetual pony tail and teased it out big. She had caked herself with make up. She looked, in a word, slutty. Jana's jaw dropped. This was not in character for Vicky at all."Hey Jana, can I. Robert had taken care of the home duties for as long as Sara could remember, he was a wonderful stay at home dad who adored his two children. She missed his little treats and it was good to hear he was back into his hobby.“How’s Neptune?” asked Sara.Her parents had decided to get a dog while she was away. He was a doberman-shepherd mix. They had sent her pictures of him, his black fur rippled over his muscular body, his long bushy tail swayed low to the ground.“He’s doing great, he’s spent his.