Since that week she had kept her new prize possessions in her attic along with all of her other Nazi relics that she adored and collected. She wasn't ...a dumb girl. She knew a real Nazi would kill her or at least keep her as a private little pet while severely beating her. But that was one thing that made it all the more sexy. She was something of a masochist. It was November seventh, and fall had taken the bleak streets of her fairly small town. The was a nice big city only a few miles down the. Babuji .Itne me uncle khte hUncle: are babuji wo apki bahu bhut sexy h or pyasi bhi to mene apne lund se uski pyas shant kr di h or ap bhi ek mard h to apki bhi iccha hoti hogi ap chaho to hum milkr apki bahu ke maje lut sakte h bilkul randi jesi chodegd ise .Or babuji ka hath pakd kr daya k boobs pr lga dete h .Babuji daya ki nippal jor khich kr khte h sali randi dusre aadmi se chudwa rhi h apne babuji ka khyal nhi aaya ki wo kese apna kam chlate hoge .Uncle : babuji aa jaiye aaj ap bhi apni. He wasoverwhelmed that she was such an amazing looking woman. "Before we talkabout the opportunity, I'd like to hear about your experience and likesand dislikes in life."Chris pondered on the relevance of this, but began to talk. He rambled alittle, talking of his childhood as the youngest of a family of fourchildren, three girls and himself, and how he had taken to his computerfor want of something to play with. He had left school at 18, but didn'tfancy university, so had taken odd jobs which. Did you want to sign on and pay for another year?’ She liked Tim. He had bright friendly green eyes and a great smile. Plus a strong well muscled tan body. ‘What? Oh yes, of course! Please come in. Let me look this over while we talk in an air conditioned house okay?’ He followed her in and closed the door behind himself. ‘Yes mam. That sounds good.’ ‘Would you like some water Tim?’ ‘No thank you Doctor Hatcher. I have a cold Gatorade in my truck in a cooler. But thank you!’ She grinned. ‘Well.