Any aunties or girls looking for having in Bangalore can contact me on I’m here to share incident that took place between me and my office heroine..... Let’s call her Miss P.She was my senior and she was everyone’s favorite. Every guy in my office building had wish to fuck her once. She was fair and pinkish cheeks and nipples (this I got to know later), had perfect assets and silky hairs. Every guy in our office would die to get her attention; she was a magnet for all males of our office. Karen ran crying to her mother, telling that Frank kept teasing her."I wish Frank was Little Missy Pissy Pants instead of me," she cried.Her mother consoled her and yelled for Frank. He walked into the room, knowing that he was in trouble."What did I tell you about ridiculing your sister?" his mother demanded."Not to," Frank said quietly."And what did I tell you I would do if you didn't stop?"Frank stared at the floor, not saying anything.So his mother answered for him. "I told you that you. Icouldn't tell what it was, but I didn't really care, either. This guywanted to kill me, and I didn't want to die. I tried to build up somefire in my throat, but I was too weak, whatever they'd used on me wastoo damned good. "Your kind killed my son, scaleface," the man said,"don't think I'll let you just walk out of here." He knelt down infront of me and did something that I couldn't quite see thanks to theglaze over my eyes. "I'm gonna carve ya, stick your head on my mantleand your wings over. She was in a booth with what I took to be the driver of one of the trucks when I arrived, chatting amiably over a slice of pie. I decided not to disturb them, besides, I didn't really know her, not even her name - we'd shared an experience at a rest area in Illinois, but beyond that neither of us knew the other.She glanced over as the waitress brought me a menu and it seemed her smile broadened as she nodded at me, but she immediately turned back to her companion and their discussion, so I.