Fir unhone kaha aapna top utaro mene dhire se aapna top utar diya or niche muh kar ke khadi ho gayi vo jor se chillaye kal to sharam nahi aa rahi thi ...aaj ku aa rahi he samne dekh me me ye sun ke kaap si gayi or unhe dekhne lagiFir vo mere ubharte bhue boobs ko ghur rahe the fir unhone kaha chal bra khol mene dhire se aapni bra utar di or hatho se aapne boobs chupane lagi fir unhone gusse se kaha lagta he tu ese nahi manegi mene kaha plz uncal chod do mujhe unki lal aanke dekh ke meri fati ja. "Steve's voice was muffled by the sleeping bag. "Don't call me that, Auntie." There's no time for that, dear. You need to get up. Your mother's on the phone."Steph leapt from the bed, naked and uncaring. "What's the matter?" I'm not sure. You know she doesn't like to talk to me. She wants you. No, no. Hold on." What?" You can't go like that, Steph. Colin will have heart failure." Huh?" She looked down at herself. "Oops." She grabbed her shirt from the floor and put it on. "That better?" No!. We barely escaped, but the operators of the machines escaped easily. We notified the police, of course." I am at a loss, Mme Wallace. What can have caused this? Do you know who did this?" Apparently, two men impersonating maintenance workers from Liebherr took the machines and dug a trench in a place where we would notice it. When M Harms and I went to investigate, we were attacked."You were not injured, I hope?" Schellen looked her over carefully."No sir, fortunately M Harms noticed the attack. Mum was just thirty-three, he'd put his seed in her belly when she was sixteen, and I was the result of it. In spite of my father, I'd grown into a big lad, bigger than him and one Monday afternoon when I came back from work, he was just about to eat what mum had cooked for me."You're too fucking late," he laughed drunkenly. "You can do without."I just looked at him with the total disgust, he'd never held a job for more than a week before being sacked for lateness, non-attendance or shoddy.