The City centre penthouse was gorgeous, but it was not to Sukky’s taste. Alisha’s nephews Tarquin and Tristan, entered, and sat on the sofa opposi...e them. Sukky remembered them, only a few weeks ago, fucking her. They were a good looking pair of boys. Sukky still couldn’t tell one from the other. But they were like their aunt. Cold hearted. Nothing counted, only their own pleasures, which they took as they pleased, not caring what the consequences were, or if they hurt anyone in the process.. I called my parents and dad told me that they had to stay at their in laws because my grandfather was ill. He told me that the weather is deteriorating and that the bridge has overflowed. He then called Aunty Beena and asked her if I could stay at her place for the weekend. She said Bhaiya Khal is like my own nephew of course he can.Now let me describe you how is Aunty Beena. She is divorced because her husband is a drunkard and he is always busy in the bars. Aunty Beena is 40 years old a bit. "After I am done talking to you, the program will download many files of information, most will not print out or transfer to another computer. If you decide to write any of it out by hand, be very careful who sees it."The older Chris looked around furtively. "Sending this back to you is highly illegal. I will probably be arrested and spend the rest of my life in jail, but I don't care. Sending this to you will correct some of the biggest mistakes I made, and save the lives of the ones I've. I saw a large vat of what looked like fruit punch and took a glass. About half way through with it I realized it must have been mostly liquor. I have tried a beer before, but I wasn't used to the liquor and was feeling pretty good quickly. I saw Jessica at the back of the room by a buffet table; she was dressed as belly dancer. Her huge tits were in a gold sequined bikini top and her beaded short skirt started way below her navel. She was talking animatedly to some guy dressed as Zorro and I.