.Maine kaha its ok.MPhir nind ka natak krne lgaa.Mera hath uski gaand ko touch kr rha that.Usne socha m nind m hu..Tbi bus ne ek or jhtka diya or main... thoda hath aage bdaa diya ab mera hath uski gaand k niche tha usne socha m nind m hu.Ab to meri moj bn gyi uski gand bus chlne k sath sath jhtke dene lg gyi..Bt vo preshan thi sayad.Lekin mera lund to khdaa ho chuka tha tbi achanak bus ek stop p half hour k liye ruki.Vo b niche utri.Uske mn m aisa kuch nhi tha abi tak. Usne muje kaha ki usko. “I have my halmeoni to thank for that...”“Your grandmother?” Scott asked, recognizing the word as one of the first ones he learned in Korean.“Yes. She was raised in a tiny village just south of what would become the border between the North and South. When the war broke out, she was a young woman of eighteen, but was taken captive by North Korean soldiers and made a trophy bride. To this day, she lives with my grandfather, the man who took her...”“That’s terrible!”“It could have been so much. Sometimes they rode the subway to the end of the line one way and to the end of the line the other way while flashing men up skirt views of her panties and down blouse views of her cleavage and bra. With her top cut low enough and falling forward open enough, she gave the men standing over her a good view of the tops of her meaty breasts and a good look of her bouncing, shimmering boobs whenever on a train or bus with her husband. As if hypnotizing them, maintaining men's interest by mesmerized. The six-year-old sloops sails caught the wind only moments after leaving the breakwater. The forty-eight-foot ship creaked as the wind pressed it to starboard and the few remaining unsecured items fell about below deck. Cold west-coast water washed over the side as the sleek craft came about to take full advantage of the strong breeze. It was a sailors wind.May sat back in the cockpit on the port side where it was still relatively dry and watched her handsome husband pilot the craft expertly..