Usne apni behen ku piche se khada kar chodna shuru kardi, ye dek kar main chut ne wali thi ankh band karli, uski biwi jhat se mere pass ake chut mein ...pni mu pel di, mera toh jaan nikal gaya, main uska sar kaske chut ke taraf daboch ke pani chod rahi thi.Khareeb 5 minute tak pani araha tha , mera toh be haal hogaya, uski biwi meri chut ku chat ti ja rahi thi, meri chut tho phanke baja raha tha shant hone ka naam hi nahi le raha tha, neha khareeb 2 baar jhad gayi thi, ab uska bhai bi jhadne wala. . I really want to thank the ISS community for the overwhelming response to my first story. I was totally held up since my last post, so I couldn’t post new updates. So let’s continue with the story of a cabbbie and our watchman.I sat in the cab with Ali, and we started towards my home. I was still pretty drunk, and anyone could control me and make me do things they want from me. As it was dark, the cabbie couldn’t see my state as I was seated behind Ali. But Ali was still horny and started. The French Air Force, the Armee del'Air, was mostly destroyed on the ground. The Messerschmitt Bf109Es easily dealt with the handful of Blochs, Moranes and Dewoitines that tried to oppose them.The French were well aware they didn't have an 'air superiority fighter' to match the 109. Ironically, the Air Force had ordered some Curtiss P36 Hawks from America to fill the gap but they were still 'en route' when the Germans attacked. The Curtiss, although handy enough, was probably still not a match. However there was a look of surprise on her face, rapidly followed by annoyance. She folded her arms, a picture of rejection.“What the hell are you doing here John? Haven’t you messed up my life enough already without doing it again, and after I’ve managed to move on?”“I messed up your life? Who messed up mine? You did, and Liam did – twice! You know what you did. What did I do? Tried to get through to you. Got beaten up for my trouble.”John took a breath and tried to quieten down. “Do you.