’ He glared at me and wrote another ticket for having worn tires. So I called him a ‘doughnut eating Gestapo.’ He finished the second ticket and...put it on the windshield with the first. Then he wrote a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him the more tickets he wrote. Personally, I didn’t care. I came downtown on the bus, and the car that he was putting the tickets on had a bumper sticker that said, ‘Clinton in ‘16.’ I try to have a little fun each day now that. You are really hot Alva." he said and looked at me and I blushed a bit more."Tomas, I'm your sister..." I said trailing off in the end."I know, but I can't help it." he said and reached for my PJ-pants and pulled on them, trying to get my ass into full view."Can you take them off so I can have a better look at you?" he asked, almost pleading.I blushed but slowly stood up and took off my PJ-pants before sitting down on the couch again, now only in thongs and a tank top. I could feel how my. . But not much just hi hello and other stuffs.. But let me tell you her mom was so busty and sexy as hell.. She was 40-34-40.. Fair, medium height, long hair, big white tits, fat plump ass and slim abs.. She was 42 but looked like 30s… I always used to get a hard on looking at her.. Our homes were just opposite each other..So I could clearly look at their home from my room. Aunty used to come out in her garden to mop her garden and used to ride a scooter.. She was a simple lady after all but. When I saw that moron making a move to hurt the old man, I moved so fast, no one had a chance to react before I put him on the floor. I squeezed until he went white and started to shake. Then, in another of a series of bad decisions, Sherrie launched herself at me, brandishing a steak knife.Rather than let her stab me, I used my free hand and slugged her hard in the solar plexus. I hit her hard enough, and she was surprised enough, that the air rushed out of her lungs, and she passed out. The.