I had to work early the next morning so I couldn't drink much and mid-way through the evening I was the only one sober and the only one not laughing. ...y wife was chatting to our neighbour who was there alone because his wife and kids were away for the week. I wandered across, my wife loves a flirt and enjoys the attention she gets from men. My neighbour looked like he was talking to her breasts which at 36c are definitely worth looking at. I suggested we should go home as I needed to get to bed. Hips and thighs are like spongy very soft and fair. So, the story begins when I boarded in the bus from outskirt stop of Pune , I saw there are few seats vacant in which , one seat was occupied by a girl and I thought why not to try my luck today. So I settled down beside her.The bus started and after taking ticket , I was checking the messages on my mobile, and she was in deep sleep and suddenly her phone rings , she receive the call and were talking with her sister may be I heard from her. Spread out, separated as we now were, we were more vulnerable than ever. And I didn’t believe for a minute that I was the only possible target. Killing someone close to me would be an even nastier type of retribution.So, I did some consolidation. Moved Molly in with Rebecca. Moved Riles in with Rosie. And Emma with Miss Melanie.Their father, Clive Gilmore, had taught his three daughters how to hunt. How to fire pistols and rifles and shotguns. How to clean the weapons, how to load them, how to. “Oh, God,” I yelled as I found myself all of a sudden standing essentially naked in front of these two men. Both men quickly turned their heads away from me and Jason quickly handed me his suit jacket to put on as he said, “Put this on Miss Grant.” As I put on his jacket I said, as I turned bright red and started to cry, “I’m so sorry.” “Please Jane, don’t be embarrassed. I didn’t really see anything,” said Jason. “Jake, could you please ask Sharon to get my terry robe from my office.” A.