Her sorrow is broken by internal fits of rage, does anyone care if she lives or dies. She dozes off again. Later she wakes to only distant sounds of t...he girls in their rooms. She dozes again and wakes to the sound of breaking glass. It is the glass of the old front door.she hears the door open and sees the shadow of someone entering the room. She smells the smell of beer on the breath of this person. She sees the muzzle of a shotgun against the light coming in the window. She tries to get up. To wo mere sath beth gayi. Us ne pink suit pehne tha or kmaal ki lag rahi thi. Uske lips dekh k ek baar to mann keya k kiss kr lu lekin kese krta she was not my girlfriend. Wo mere sath poora sath k bethi huyi thi. Uski one side body poora mere sath touch kr rahi thi , jo k bht soft soft lag rahi thi. Mein uska touch thoda thoda enjoy kr raha tha. Thodi der mein bus chal padi. Us time Amritsar gurdaspur road itna sahi nhi tha , bus mein breaks lag rahe the aur har bar uski body mere sath rub. ”“Sign it out as a temporary transfer to the Gutenberg Museum in Mainz, Germany for analysis,” he responded. “I know you can do that. Fill out the paperwork for transfer to Dr. Rolf Schneider, Special Collections Curator.”“But there’s no shipping available from here this week. I’ll have to arrange a pickup.”“I want to show it to you before we ship it,” Keith said. “I’d even like to take you there to deliver it in person if we can arrange it.” She sat staring at him, and he was compelled to. One girl in particular, who was sitting right in the front row of the lecture room, had just the most awesome pair of tits Jared thought he had ever seen. Their shape was just so tight and feminine in every single sense of the word. The top slope of those breasts swept down in a perfect ski slope fashion towards the girl’s nipples then they did just a very quick upward tilt that kept those nipples pointing slightly upward and directly at Jared’s face.The girl herself was also very cute in a way.