Rukhsana has a neat fig of 38-32-38, very sexy, fair in colour beautiful attractive face too. She comes to my room to sweep early morning, when Im sle...ping. As she enter my room on hearing sweep noise, I wakeup nd watch her sweep. She never wear bra, her boobs 38 round like mini football. She never cares about me watching her,staring at her. She smiles nd move to complete her other household stuffs. One day when I was taking bath I saw her sitting nd washing clothes through bathroom window. It. I kept a mental list of tunes whose release I was anticipating. Many times, I even knew when to expect a particular song to appear on the scene; my memory is that good. It helped that I often associate certain memories with music, allowing me to place many songs in their correct time period.But once in awhile, a song got by me. It would come out, I would hear it for the first time in this life, and I would admonish myself, "That one's perfect for us! How could I have forgotten it?"That's. “Of course. Sun sets around seven, remember? We have plenty of time, and I still have some beer in the cooler,” I said while opening another Heineken. I was sick of drinking beer all day long, as my thing was whisky, but I would do anything at that moment to have more time alone with my little sister.“Ok, you two be careful. It is not dangerous here, but we are not home. Keep that in mind,” she said while leaving, Grandma hardly balancing herself and blowing us kisses.“Mom… For Christ’s sake…”. This time I heard it properly but it still doesn’t spell well. Something like ‘WH—OO—OO–LFF!’ I cannot believe it. They have to be kidding, right? The groan followed. But you have to look don’t you? It’s like looking for your car keys. You know you have searched everywhere and you know you already looked in that drawer. But you look again, don’t you? Just in case. So I looked again. Just in case. His foot was facing the wrong way. You can’t fake that, so I was off to Paco again. But this time.