Or we could listen to Rainbow, they weren’t gay, but come on: they’re called Rainbow!”“We’re not listening to metal.”“Why can’t you be...stereotypically black instead of stereotypically gay? I’d be fine with hip-hop or reggae.”“Hip-hop is too American–”“Um, Madonna–““–is fabulous, so she gets a pass. And reggae is dad music.”“Madonna is mum music.”“No, I love my mum, but she hates Madonna.”“I love your mum even more now.”“Don’t even think about it. Anyway, you can’t hate Madonna as much as I hate. Main nay poocha aklee nehe hte ho ghar main kabi 4, 5 hours kay liya too us nay keha bohat kum hote hoon . Wo bohat udas thee or sex ka maza lena chatee thee. Main nay poocha kay famliy main koie function aa reha hay thn us nay bataya kay us kay cosuon ke shadi hay our us kay ghar walay shadi pur jayen gain. Main nay poocha tum nehe jayo ge , us nay bataya amir main yeah chance miss nehe kurta chatee plzzz mujay sex ka use teran maza dena jaisay sana ko diya tha. Us nay mujay bataya kay wo. Soon I hear the door. Straining my ears I try to see where you are headed first. I hear you drop your briefcase in the kitchen like you do everyday and then to my excitement I hear you head for our room. I squirm with excitement but freeze before you open the door. If I am caught moving I know this fun present would turn to punishment. The door opens slowly, and my heart skips a beat as I listen to you walk into the room. I wish I had waited on the blind fold so I could see if you were smiling. Putting on bra and panties, I did my nails, and combed out my hair. AsI dressed I wondered if Hollywood was home. I finished dressing. Igrabbed my purse, checking to make sure I had everything I needed.Walking down the hall, in my short skirt, my ass swaying as I moved, Ifelt so sexy. I knocked on the door, and it quickly opened. Ipractically threw myself into his arms. My head tilted back as heleaned down kissing me passionately, his hands squeezing my bottom.Closing the door behind me, I made.