.. Its AlanWhat are you doing here i ask as i open the door to him,i was checking up on you..you left with those guys , i just wanted to make sure you...were okI open the door fully and let him in , Yes of course i am i left them and came back here on my ownAlan laughs as he walks in and says..wow do you remember the first time i ever came here and that girl we both hadI grin and tell him how the hell i could forget something like that , and how much fun it wasWe spend the next few mins sitting. Complete privacy. Here I go with the story..It was Wednesday afternoon I got mail for my stories on ISS from a reader in Mumbai. She was munira age 27 a little like aunty with slim figure and good body. She asked me few details and then we got on chat. Within a day time we were good friends and she was single. She expressed her desire of sex and wanted it to get fulfilled soon. She shared few pics and also one pic had her cousin.She gave me a tip that if I fuck her she will let me have her. I had heard the album, without knowing where it came from, but hadn't seen the film. As a result I missed what all the sly grins were about that passed between my friends."Have you seen this?" asked Martin, whilst playing the soundtrack."No, but I've heard a lot about it."That was a lie. A stone cold lie. I knew nothing about it other than there was a guy in it called Frankfurter or something similar. It wasn't until much later that I happened to see the video on sale in a second-hand shop and. "The noises are just recordings played through hidden microphones. The head is just a projection from hidden cameras and the zombie is just someone dressed up. The only problem is proving all this. " What about Mr. and Mrs. Hartingford?" asked Daphne. "I guess the counterfeiters tried to scare them away, and when that didn't work they took them prisoner and are keeping them locked up somewhere. " Gee – poor Mrs. Hartingford – I really liked her," said Daphne. "How are we going to prove all of.