Hanover had been paroled four weeks ago and had died from a massive heart attack within two weeks -- two weeks before his fiftieth wedding anniversary... And today, the day of the anniversary, his widow had taken out her grief and rage. Dad had stepped out of the station, on his way to meet Mom for lunch, and Mrs. Hanover had shot him twice in the chest. I was asking God why the hell he couldn't take me when Brad ruffled my bangs and plopped down on the bench beside me."He's not going to die," he. His hands were on her waist and he was pressing it also.She stop crying and kept herself silent. Dad moved on pressing her boobs and kissing her juicy lips. He was holding her Black bra and was moving his hands on her boobs. With each press her fleshy white boobs were used to came out of her bra.Finally he unhook the bra and made her sweet nice mangoes open in air. At the same time he was kissing all over her face. His dark color and my mom’s white color was complement of each other’s. His. She was really a rare beauty., first hum dono ne fresh hone ka plan banaya main to jitna achi terah fresh ho sakta tha ho gaya phir wo gayi bathroom mein fresh hone ke liye aur aap samajh nahi sakte frnds ki wo intezaar kitna bada tha jitna bada samundar nahi ho sakta muje wo chand min 1000 yrs lag rahe the, wo aayi pink nighty mein uske hairs uski gand ko choom rahe the.., ab usne kaha buddy u want to drink something maine bola? love juice wo boli wo bhi milega pehle bolo beer loge ya whisky. I scorn myself to have driven her away from me, blowing angry smoke clouds into the soft afternoon breeze. But then I see her again, like a holy vision appearing from the shrubs, swaying her hips like a fashion model on the cat walk. My heart skips a beat as she walks straight up to me, her green eyes fixed to mine. Just one step in front of me she takes off her knife-bearing jacket. Her skimpy sleeveless shirt exposes a lot of brown skin of her shoulders, shows off the contours of two.