" As he squeezed my pussy. Then he said "buckle up I am taking you to my house baby." It felt like we was driving for ages until we finally arrived at...his house, then we got out his car and went inside the house.Then he said "sit down baby, would you like some wine or a cigarette?" I said "can I have both please." So he passed me a cigarette and poured me some wine then he sat next to me, and started rubbing my thigh and kissing my neck. So I smoked my cigarette and drank my wine, then he said. Not perhaps the most encouraging of invitations, but Fatima was never one to relinquish her clutch on the most tenuous straws. And, of course, they'd fucked. Or he'd fucked her. The ultimate act of love and affection. Reputedly.It hadn't been a very romantic fuck, Fatima knew. But precious few of the not many fucks in her life had really been much better. At least he hadn't laughed in her face when she'd suggested meeting again. And it had been him who had made the first move, when he placed. Koi b use dekhkar propose jarur karega to kahani par chalte hain..Yeh kahani 1 saal pehle ki hai mai ek restaurant me job karta tha customer relationship manager ki. Friendship day ki party humne arrange ki thi around 100 boys n girls usme shamil hue sabne khub enjoy kiya. Jab woh ja rhe the wps toh maine unke views liye sabne ache views diye the maine usme ek name meenal ka dekha uska ful name likha tha toh next day maine use fb pr search kiya uski id mil gyi kya khubsurat thi woh heroine lag. I looked at the status display on the other pistol, 0:0. Well, it had done its job. I ejected the spent clip and reloaded the second pistol, and then made one last scan of the area. Everything was quiet, and with the thick falling snow obscuring the carnage, the scene was almost peaceful. Insane, I thought. I turned and handed up my pack and second pistol and then scurried up the rocks.As I stood at the entrance to the cave, I saw two militia laborers, a CL-2 and a CL-3, both holding a pistol.