.is story ki heroine hai hema fig toh uska qatil karne wala badi gand badi badi chuchi…38-34-40. Rang gora tha uska… Toh baat aj se ek mahina peh...e ki hai main gurgaon main ek society main rehta hu aur wo aunty mere upar wale flat main rehti thi uska hubby ek mnc main job karta tha toh jayada tym ghar se bahar rehta tha…pichle kuch mahino se meri aunty se nazar milti kabhi kift main kabhi niche ate hate aur main unhe ek smile de deta tha pehle toh wo nahi deti thi smile aur fir dheere dheere. It was a guy called Adil. He is Kurdish and has run the photoshop in our little town for many years. I knew him quite well because when we first retired out here, he was recommended to us as the man to contact if you had any computer or internet problems.Adil is a really good looking guy with shoulder-length wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes. I'd admired him for a long time but had pushed him to the back of my mind because he was local and knew us both quite well, and also because he was. The vests didn’t go off, but they were real and could have. They have a whole nest of these people bottled up, and no one to go in and get them. They want you or Chuck, and Chuck is unavailable.”I asked the people from the Agency, “Can your capture wait twenty-four hours? There is a terrorist problem in St. Louis that is serious enough that you guys should be a part of it. I’m surprised that you haven’t heard about this yet.”The man said, “We know about it, but the FBI thinks they can do it on. Mom : don’t be sorry it was my fault since I dint close the door. And sorry you had to see me like that.Me : its OK .Mom : you know your father is always is out so....Me : I can understandIt was silence for few munits..... mom broke the silence“why are u awake so till now” I replied”just not feeling sleepy” se said” me too”After short silenceMom : may I ask you a personal question.I : ya sureMom : so do u masturbate.I : ya some timeI felt very shy. I felt mom slowly was rubbing my hand and was.