She has these horrible pictures of you and her mother. It was a mistake you knew it from the beginning, but the little shit has her good looks from he... mom, that's for sure."I count to fife. If you don´t do it I send him the pictures," she says and shows your her mobile phone to prof her determination.It was only one weak moment. You had worked with Mr. Thomson on this new fantastic computer program, and he had invited you to his home for a couple of weeks so that you could work together more. She used to sleep with me, she was a beautiful but poor lady , so she used to wear clothes donated by my mother , so they were always loose fit, so while sleeping I could see her boobs, today she hugged me and sleep, it felt really nice and cozy, I innocently touch her kiss her , her pallu slid from her blouse and I was watching her boobs from her blouse and was remembering what happen earlier she saw me watching me and asked me “kya ye tumhe accha lagta hai”, and I sais “haan”,Then she asked. Even though neither of us were drinkers she had brought a 6-pack to calm her nerves. We made some small talk for about 30 seconds and even managed to open a beer before we were kissing and I threw her on the bed. We took each other’s shirts and pants off and continued to just make out. She still had her panties on and I was grinding against her, she was so wet I could feel her soaking thru the thin material onto my incredibly hard cock. She reached down to taker her panties off but I. The dumb, dead bastard never realized that.The fallout, however, wasn’t very fun. Roan confided in me that I was going to be discharged from the Marines on what amounted to a ‘Section 8’, Medical discharge, as having psychiatric issues.That kept me out of Leavenworth.The Military takes a dim view of vigilante justice and impaling Lopper like a bug was a little over the top. I was actually justified in killing the other two, as an act of self-defense. Now I owed the CIA some time for their.