He always trusted his instincts. The phone rang and Martin picked it up. ‘Flannigan,’ he said. ‘Hey, Ash Man,’ a feminine voice said, ‘How a...e you doing?’ Martin laughed. ‘About as well as some hick sheriff’s department gumshoe, why?’ he replied to his daughter. Once, ages ago, he’d come home from a fire scene covered with ashes. His wife Marie commented that he looked like the ash man. The kids had picked up the nickname and continued to use it. ‘You ready for some good news?’ his daughter. I don’t know the sizes, but as far as I know she is perfectly carved to kill the men with her beauty.She wore a red sari on that day and I stole couple of glimpses of her milky white stomoach exposed in between the sari and jacket. She has one kid and he is around 5yrs old. For some reason she spoke to me for a long time during our first interaction itself and we shared some lighter moments and jokes. She told me that she likes the ones who do well in studies and she asked me to visit their. Her boobs were big and soft and I enjoyed them getting pressed against my chest. Her nipples would stiffen and I could feel them poking against my chest.One day when my wife was away , Rita told me she was going for a bath. I told her to keep the bathroom door open. She laughed and to my surprise kept the door open. My eyes popped as I saw the water travelling down from her head to her boobs all the way to her pussy. I stripped and joined her in the shower.I hugged her and gave her a long wet. We are coming in. Okay?" Okay, Son. Come on in."We went in and were met by Paul, Rob's father, and his wife, Ella, at the door. He introduced Terry first. Then he introduced Jennifer and me. They had talked a lot on the trip to Moreno and there seemed to be a genuine fondness developing. Ella was effusive in her greeting to Terry. Paul noticed both Terry and Jennifer and paid particular attention to me and to my gun. An arrow hit the ground five feet from us. Paul said, "The Sanbern's haven't.