Jen loved it when i would tell her stories of her breaking in a younger lad and when i set eyes on our new postman i new this was the lad for her,John... was only 18 years old and quite shy but everyday i would let on to him and he seemed a very polite lad,Jen on the other hand took great pleasure in trying to tease him with her skimpy outfits and flirty comments.One summers day me and John was talking and Jen can to the door in her usual silk shorts and tight vest top,her huge nipples hard as. 'Oh, I see.' She smiled. 'Couldn'tsleep?' she asked after a minute.'No, too much going on in my head.'Mel slipped her arm around me. 'Liz, we all care about you, ifyou need to talk, knock on our doors and we'll get up.'I looked at her, suddenly warm. 'Really?''Of course and any door would do, either of us would be up in ashot if you were upset or worried about something.''Thanks Mel,' I said softly.'Do you want to talk now?'I smiled and shook my head. 'No, I feel better now. Thanks.''It's a. .Mainy uska blouse khola … bra ka hook khola uske nipples choose ….. ky smooth nipples the yaar aur ky soft natural bade doodh the … haath me hi nahi aarahe the …. Wo orthodox hone ke karan blanket odhne pe insist karne lagi ….. mujhy to chodna tha mainy bhi maan liya fir dheere se peticoat utara aur fir panty me haath daala ….. wo itni giili ho chuki thi ki maza aaraha tha ungli karne me uski shaved choot me …. Fir main neeche gaya usse kiss karte hue aur uski panty soonghi usne wahan koi. I'll tell you why. It's going to be a distraction. A hoped for side effect will be it clears the street too... Thanks."Again I hung up and waited. During this wait, I made sure to duck behind the dumpster as low and tight as I could scrunch against it.Then the ground shook. Hard. Debris flew over and around the dumpster. Some hit the dumpster. The blast wind blew it, and me, three feet.Then there was a moment of silence.I stuck my head up.There was nobody left standing.There was a big crater.