"Want to play one with me?" Glen said to me."Sure, which one?" I replied.Glen led me to one of the games. We sat next to each other in the simulated ...ockpits of fighter planes. My brother started the game, and we began shooting at our foe. Glen won, shooting down more planes than I did."You always beat me at this game," I said."You did a lot better than last time," Glen said with a grin."That's because you kept looking at my boobs." Guilty as charged."I pushed my chest out. "Look as much as. “Ah! Someone feels left out of the conversation.”“I’ll change and feed him. Then you can tell him a tale of Valhalla.”Patrick did.“It was early in the gods’ living here, after they had established Middle-Earth and made Valhalla; that there came a craftsman who offered to build them a citadel in three seasons, so strong that it would defend them from the Mountain-Giants and the Frost-Giants, even if they tried to come across Middle-Earth. But as his reward he wanted possession of Freyja, as well. He was no bomb expert but had seen one of these things before at the Firearms and Explosives Exhibition. There inside the bag was the infamous C-4, which could easily weighs about 3kg, more than enough to make a big dent in the Jefferson’s oil refinery plant situated in Passyunk Avenue. And included in the bag were a detonator, a remote control device, uniform and a fake nametag. There was even a piece of paper with instruction on how to fix the detonator onto the explosive. He studied the. I also checked their bras for the sizes. Shruti’s was 34B and Daisy’s was 34C. Both had great curves and the right amount of fat where it mattered the most. Since they stayed at our house most of the time, I had lovely time fantasizing about them. I used to touch them whenever I got the chance. Sometimes even their side boobs would brush my hand, unknowingly. Once, my parents had to go out of station for a week and asked my sister to take care of everything. She said she would ask Shruti and.