The young woman threw a cardigan, that one of the junior clerks carried for her, over her shoulder to combat the coolness of the ancient courtroom and...sat, confident, a relaxed smile of contentedness on her lovely face.The adversary, her husband, entered moments later, wearing a green tweed jacket, brown woollen trousers and an open-necked cream collared shirt. By his side, a single young barrister, suited but nowhere near as sharply as any of the wife’s numerous briefs.“All rise for the. .Maza aata hai aise…Raj-meri randi mere paas aaja tu…Fir dekh din raat nangi hi rakh kr chodunga teri chut…Aaahhh tere boob mein dudh nikal dunga…Aaahhhh…Aaahhh…Thodi niche ho..Gaand unchi rakh…Aaahhh…Maza aa raha hai….Nisha ki kamar nichi ho gai.Uski gaand uper ho gai.Main ab jor jor se shot marne lga.Meri jangh baar baar takra kr fat fat ki aawaz kr rahi thi.Nisha ki chutad lal ho gai thi.Hum dono khoob mast hoker chudai ka maza le rahe the.Maine nisha ke boob ko jor jor se pakad kr masal. One of the Troopers hollered, "Don't do that. The man is innocent. He was protecting his family. He wasn't the one who shot your Deputy."The Sheriff swung around with his pistol pointing at the Trooper who had hollered, and yelled, "Don't tell me how to do my job. This asshole is trying to escape."Bang. The Sheriff looked up to see who had shot him and one of the paramedics was holding the wounded Trooper's weapon, making sure his shot had been effective. The Trooper who had been threatened. Sarthak: at night we will be going to disco there you have to look sexy. So I will purchase you some sexy clothes.He took us to a girls shop and selected a very tight (figure hugging) short black dress. To my surprise she was looking happy to wear this and went to try room. After few minutes she called us to help in try room.( As dress was short and tight it was difficult for her to adjust). Before I could go Sarthak went inside. She asked him to adjust the dress. He was helping her adjusting.