She had on a nice blouse through which I could make out that she wasn't wearing a bra as I could see her nipples sticking out. She was wearing a knee ...ength pleated skirt which moved nicely when she walked and she was also wearing tan coloured stockings or pantyhose, I couldn't be sure which yet. " I see you favour tan coloured hose" she said nodding down at my ankles where it was possible to see if you looked closely as I hadn't put on any socks, that I was wearing nylon. I blushed and said. Above each was an unlit bank of florescents that would provide excellent bright shadowless light. Lazily I rolled the cue ball off the rails. I've shot a little pool in my day and know a good table. These were despite their age. Nicked and scarred from numerous angry cues and left to burn cigarettes, the table's cloth was well brushed and the solid surface still ran true. If anyone besides Carol and the bartender had been there, I'd have looked for a game.Instead, I sat at the bar next to. Maine gussa hone ka natak kiya wo bhi dar gya bola yar tum naraj to nahi ho na. Mai hasne lga wo bola kya hua yar tum hans kyo rhe ho. Maine kha yar daro mat tumne mere dil ki baat keh di meri maa Sali hai hi itni sexy ke kisi ka bhi dil aa jaye. Wo bola yaar tum bhi apni maa ko like karte ho. maine kha ha yaar mai to kyi salose uske naam ki muth marta hu.Maine bola yar sanju mai apni maa ko chodna chahta hu tumne kitini ladkiya patai hai tum meri maa ko bhi patio dono milkar chodenge. Wo bola. Was there anything worth salvaging? He strode forward, eager to inspect the pile of rubbish.SNAPHis feet were snagged on some kind of cord and he let out a confused yelp as he fell face-first. The crack of splintering wood and the stretching sound of rope and sinew filled his ears. Before his body could hit the ground, a thick web of ropes leapt up from the sand and consumed him. The tight net surrounded him, closing in on both sides. A crude pulley system lifted his cocooned body into the air.