"No," she said completely unnecessarily. "But that's part of the story I'm about to tell. I should start from the beginning." "It was almost midnight ...at the little truck-stop diner. It was called Mother's but no one who worked there knew whom it was named after or by. The place seemed to change owners every two or three years, but the food never changed much. I've heard some people call the place a "greasy spoon", but all I knew was that it mostly served truckers and tourists traveling the. She returned and faced him, her delicate hands carefully un-knotting his rich black tie, enjoying the feel of the expensive silk as she slid it from beneath his collar. Next was the crisp white shirt, which she unbuttoned slowly, baring the expanse of his thick well-defined chest a little at a time. Eyes lowered, she suppressed a sigh as her palms glided down along his hot skin to his waist. The feel of his powerful chest, with the muscles underneath rippling and moving as he breathed, made her. Since I had to go down there anyway, I decided just to rush the gatehouse. I figured that I had him so terrified he wouldn't raise his head. Just when you think you have assholes figured out, they do something totally stupid. In that ten second break in the firing he decided to make a break for the jungle.He got about ten feet, when I shot him in the chest as he ran right at me. I saw his chest explode, but not out the back as the high velocity round should have caused, but the spurt of blood. I was just waiting for my turn and all the time playing with her bosoms suddenly we were shocked to find mom get into the bedroom. She was taken aback to find her dear daughters dress up word of her waist and her brother drilling her between the thighs. She screamed and all got up in a hurry. Kumudha ran for cover and in fact ran away from the room. I corrected my lungi and Mahesh did the same but not before mom could view her brother’s massive tool. She started scolding us all sorts of words.