Mammi na Mara P.C pa dekh liya our muja torcher kerna lagi kahana lagi lag tha tum young ho gaya ho jo asi moviesd dekh raha ho Father ko ana do ma ba...tha ho tumhari father ko bhi batya ho dekhna tumha kasa maar our dant padyga ma na kaha please ma batyna aap jo bhi kam kahangi ma kernoga . Mammi na Kaha theak ok ma tuja maaf kethi ho lakin mara ak kaam kerna hoga ma na soch jaldi batya tala mammi na kaha jail ya movie dekh our muja batya kya kya hotha hai ma der gaya ya aap kya kerhi rahi ya. One by one her men disappeared. Suddenly there wasn't any sounds. The only one she heard was the clicking of her empty pistol. She pressed the button on the side as the dry clip fell to the floor and she pulled another when she was suddenly whipped to the floor. She felt the gun ripped from her hand. Her bullet proof vest was torn from her chest. The knife on her leg stripped. Price by piece her clothes were torn from her and alls she could do was look around and throw a useless punch into. In the morning, an almost naked Sharon was putting down a breakfast tray when my eyes opened. She was a vision in crimson bikini briefs and bare, rosy tits. Tits that I got to lick as she hovered for a kiss from each of us. ‘I see you took the monster into your bed.’ My hand reached out and shoved her under the cover. The pile was now really a crowd, but several pairs of hands were molesting the trim body. ‘We thought you had him under control. That poor coach!’ ‘Poor coach my… Do you know. Quick reflexes saved the official looking thing in time. I ran across the room to answer the phone before it stopped ringing. Probably my mother, she was the only one who ever called me. ‘Hello?’ ‘Is this Ms. Hawthorne?’ a masculine voice asked quietly. ‘Yes.’ ‘I was asked to make sure you received your letter the mail today’ ‘Is it in a cream colored envelope without a return address?’ ‘Yes ma’am, that’s the one. I take it you haven’t read it yet then?’ ‘No, the phone rang when I was getting.