Mere bohat hi achaa feel ho raha hai..”“Iyer sach me .. Aaj me one pice me kaise lag rahi thi.. ”“Mene kaha tumhe deka one puce me. Tu akeli h... gaiti naa change karne me gaya tha bahar gum raha thaa..” iyer babitako bolta hai“Aree haa me to bul hi gai… Iyer ek bat bato kyaa mal me kis kis kebliye jate hai log…” babitaji iyer ko bolti hai aur apni malis bhi chalu rakti hai par o ab bohat hi dhimi karti hai” shopping karne .. Koi ghumne jate hai .. Aur koi to kisi ko patane ke liye bhi jate. She wasn’t the type of woman who wore scarves, but it was a nice one. She felt the material while lifting it out of the box. She spread the scarf open to look at the pattern printed on it. She had to admit that it was a nice pattern.Smiling at him, she said, “This is a wonderful silk scarf. It’s so pretty. Thank you, Danny.”“I really didn’t know what to get you,” Danny said.What kind of present does on get for the mother of your girlfriend? His Dad had been no help in answering that question.. He needed no further encouragement, and soon we sat watching the typical porn flick, a young nubile wife goes to a pub with her partner, an old man in the pub looks at her with lust, she gets hot and he suggests that they have sex. This one was a little different because the older man took her over the luggage boot of their car with hubby watching.Pat was really getting off watching this film. "How would you like to be that girl?" he asked.My very guarded reply was, "Why? Do you want me to have. “I will not!” she said, turning to him. “You shouldn’t have brought him here!”“As I recall, you thought it was a great idea,” whispered Bobby.“I didn’t know she’d act a fool and try to kill the poor boy!” hissed the woman.“At least knock,” said Bobby. He let her wrist go.Mirriam knocked.“Go away!” came Linda’s yell from inside.“Linda? Honey?” said Mirriam, in her best “please let me in” voice.“Go away!“ yelled Linda.“Linda!“ yelled Paul.“Shut up!“ yelled Linda.“Please ... linda ... no ... you.