It is this last comment that causes Fuller to stop breathing. It isn't the words. The words are innocent. Spoken out loud on a street corner where vul...ar sexual profanities are frequently shouted. No, it isn't the words. It is the implication.For Fuller, the implication briefly suspends time while his imagination runs wild with the possibilities.He is repulsed by her offer, but attracted to the options.If he can spit on her, what other bodily fluid exchanges will she consider?"Well mister, make. Reena kuchh nahi bol rahi thi.Wo meri peeth hath fer rahi thi.Main uski peeth pr hath fer raha tha.Lund khada ho gaya tha. Fir maine uske gaal aur boob bhi chusne laga.Jab uski nipple chus raha tha to wo khoob aah bhar rahi thi. Reena-aaaah….Maza aa raha hai…Aaaauuuuuiiiii maaaaa….Aaaahhh….Chodo yaaar…Aaaah….Raj……Aaaah….Aaaah….Chudai hogi to kitna maza aayega…. Raj-aaah….Ruko yaaar…Chusne do…. Reena-aaah….Yaaar…. Main uske boob chus raha tha aur dba raha tha.Boob ki drar khoob mast thi.Dono. “The names Barbara, if you were wondering, you can call me barb though.” she said, her teeth still shining through her lips. She put her fingers in the front of my pants and pulled me closer to her, she pulled her mouth up to mine, “What do you wanna do? Franky?” she said, mischief in her pleasantly squeaky voice.As she spoke she undid my belt and pulled it from the loops. She threw it across the room and unbuttoned my jeans, her fingers flew as if guided by some magic as she quickly undid. "I'm thankful for a little sister who decided that brat wasn't her true calling."Traci stuck her tongue out."And that she's found a very special friend who keeps her out of my hair when they're supposedly doing homework."Peter turned bright red, and Mom hid her giggle behind a napkin."I'm thankful for friends too numerous to count, especially my best friend." I grinned at Robbie, and she grinned back. Then I rubbed the shoulder she'd punched, and she shrugged."I'm thankful for the new cousins.