He would not let go. He was still cradling me against him. My ears began to hurt from the whine of the wind. “Paul?” I said, “What’s that soun...d?”“It’s nothing. Keep your eyes closed.”“Why?”“Because I asked you to.”I closed my eyes and strained to hear, and realized that I was actually hearing a voice. The whining noise in my ears wasn’t the wind: it was Shawna. She was screaming and screaming, and I realized she was screaming my name. “My hands hurt a little. Can you let go?”“In a. “That would be lovely” I replied. So the following months I made sure I called in a couple of times a week. Every time I called I always got a hard on looking at her feet nestled in her court shoes and almost came in my pants when she let her shoe fall off her heel and let it dangle off her toes! When the time came to go back to work I would kiss her goodbye, usually on the cheek but one day I tried my luck and kissed her on the lips. “You naughty boy” she said, “Sorry, I just love spending. Greg hadn’t a hint of sympathy in his voice, never thinking that someone might react badly to the idea of their father dying. The man had handled the situation with all the sensitivity of a sledgehammer, and that was about what it looked like Kim had been hit by. When his sense of hearing returned, it seemed few others had noticed Kim’s condition. They began firing questions at her the same way the Greg now was. Brett’s focus was on the Kim, still in deep shock next to him. Wanting first and. .Krne lgi aur pure room mai awazee goonnj rhi thi. . . .Fir maine apni middle fingure unki fudi mi dalli . . . .5 minute finguring krne k bad vo jhaadd gai. . . Aur thandi hokar lett gai. . .Fir mai bhi muuth marne lga and unki thigh(upper leg) pr maine apna sarra sperm feank diya. . .Mai bhi bed par lait gya. . .Fir vo uthi and apni leg saff krne lgi and mera land bhi saff kr diya. . .Fir se mai gram ho gya and . . Iss bar maine unhe bed pr lita diya aur unki taange chodi kr ke upar se unhe.