I didn't think this was the right time to point out that there's no such thing as a silencer. Noise suppressor, or just suppressor was the right term....hen they got within my target range, I focused on one of them. POP. My gun went off through the open window. One of them was down, and I was shifting my target to number two. The FBI man heard my target fall heavily to the ground, and stood up. The number two target immediate tore off three shots at the FBI man. He went down heavily on the porch.. Apni jeeb ko kamar se bra ke hook tak aur hook se kamar tak ferne laga… uffff mazza bhoot aa rha tha…Fir bra ke hook ko daato main le kar kholne laga aur jab bra khul gayi ko bra ko hatho se khol kar waha pagalo ki tarah chumne aur chusne laga… fir usse seedha karke uske bra puri tarah utar di aur uske nipples par fuk marke jeeb se gheela kar diya.. apni jeeb ko uske nipple par gol gol ghumane laga jisse usse nipple par jeeb touch nh hui par saara ass pass gheela ho gaya.. jisse woh pagal si ho. And while that may have made a good story, I am caught up on yesterday's encounter. It felt so much more passionate than many of the others. I find this to also be a good time to mention that I've started the divorce process with my spouse and she no longer lives with me.I picked up my darling at her house around 9am. We had just gotten off work that morning at 6, and had to be back at work at 6pm. So, this gave us a few hours. Neither of us had yet slept. The first order of business, then, was. The Inquisition had worn on all summer and after spending the last couple months of getting grilled about it on a near daily basis, I found out that he was having an affair of his own.When I confronted him about it, he insisted that his affair was perfectly justified since I was already having one, and refused to believe that I hadn’t. Far from helping matters, if anything, confronting him about his own affair only seemed to have intensified his obsession with getting me to admit to an affair.