»I guess that you're real hot in bed!«, he teases me further and boldly slaps my bottom hard. »Man, you are a nuicance, get stuffed, arsehole!« ...�You've got one too, babe, and a real tight one too, I can imagine!«, he counters and again he has to touch my butt. I walk a bit faster to get rid of the bastard, but he doesn't give up. »I love big tits, babe, and yours are just my size, babe!«, he labbers as he spies into my shirt. »Piss off, or I yell for help, you bloody wanker!«, so I tell him. To say that this is a story of a thousand years of struggle is accurate but confusing to most that saw the conflict in the perspective of how it affected them personally and the people they loved and respected in their own tiny world of existence.Just as the roots of the Irish struggle for justice and freedom was overshadowed by global politics and a world war between competing systems, the conflict now had reached that point where continuation of the hostilities might interfere with current. I moved over to the passenger side of my cab and opened the curtain, there standing below was a stunning young brunette, she looked so cold in her flimsy attire.I opened the window and the cold air rushed in, I shivered, forgetting I still had a monster erection in my shorts.The girl who looked about 25 looked up at me and asked if I was English, I assured her I was.I was now sure she was a hooker, or was she. My years in the Police made me suspicious of her demeanour and the way she spoke. I. Shaam ke 6.30 baje they Sharma uncle wapis aa chuke they aur 7 baje tk sanjay bhi ghar aa gaya tha. Aunty, Lalita aur saroj drawing room mein baithey they Sharma uncle aur sanjay bhi wahin baith gaye aur wahin padi pot se chai dhal kar peeney lage aur TV dekhney lage. Idhar Shyam Uncle bhi apni office se wapis aa gaye they aur fresh honey ke baad drwing room mein apni patni Radhika aunty aur apni bahu Shweta ke saath chai ka maza le rahe they. Unka beta Ranjan abhi tak office se nahi lauta tha..