Reshma: *crying and moaning* Mmmm Aaaah Daaaad please slow down.Myself: Prakash you are hurting her damn it. Watch out.Reshma: *now just moaning* Yess...ss mmmm that’s the right tempo.Sindhu: *opens the door and comes in* Will you guys keep it down? Disgusting! *rams the door close and walks out* (Sindhu, my elder daughter).Myself: Let me get to work Prakash please for God’s sake.Sorry Diary for this small pause. As you can see what a commotion they are all causing, it’s hard to concentrate. My. Only today's society rejects it, although I have to ask myself why is that so?3. My preference for women's sandals. I very much like to see beautiful women's feet in beautiful sandals or sandals and I also like to wear them (I have 3 pairs of women's sandals). Fetish, let's say, not the women themselves? You wear this shoe fashion so that you can see the shoes and so that you can look at them. So it is definitely not perverse, a fetish is possible and what can we men do that the shoe industry. ..we both wanted this baby very much... nothing... not even sex was as important. We need to leave this at a chat- cyber relationship.' Another few months passed and again I heard from Mary. She and Doug had tried sex together and, at best, it was not a good experience. They tried with Mary being on top on the couple of occasions they did do it. It didn't feel as comfortable as usual; she was quite heavily pregnant by this point and Doug hit her cervix. This was the point where she tearfully. I was going mad after looking at Shreya. She had such an amazing body.My hard-on was visible through my pants. They were still catfighting. I held Shreya from behind and pulled her apart from Prachi. I said that let’s continue with the game. Prachi was too much sleepy due to the boozing. By the time I and Shreya were talking she slept on the couch.I asked Shreya that what should we do now. She said that why don’t we smoke some more. We don’t know when it happened but I saw that Shreya who was.