That one was her idea, and it actually came up after she got back, rather than before she left like most of the others we had decided on. She said tha... she didn't want me to be overwhelmed by everything, so to avoid that I was not allowed to look up anything that she might have done myself. Instead, we would watch them together in an order that she chose. A drip-feed of content to let us adjust to it together, rather than a sensory overload that might produce the wrong reaction.I agreed because. Ab mai story pe ata hu frndz mai roj ki tra hi kam pe jata tha bt jata nhi tha masti karta tha ek din mai ghar pe ek paper lane aya kam se bapas or jaisa ki maine bata rahka hai ki maine ek extra key bana rahki hai ghar ki to maine aram se gate open kara or under aa gaya jaise hi ghar k under aya maa k hasne ki awaz aa rahi thi or sath mai koi aadmi bhi tha us ki bhi mai shamaj gaya ki beta aaj bhi time se hi aya hai tu or mai aram se under ki traf gaya or jha jis window k paas khade ho k. I went down for something and I saw Sumy coming up the stairs, she smiled and said hi…I replied too…..she looked awesome that evening…. She was wearing a pink tank top and a black skin tight jeans…boy her boobs were hugging the damn top and her nipples were poking at the top!!! I immediately got a hard on looking at her….when I came back I saw that she was still standing outside here granny as door. I asked her whether anyone was at home…she said “I don’t think so…I have been ringing the bell. Stan went end. Donna winked at me as she let the flap close. I could barely see in the tent, Stan did have his tshirt off and Donna was helping him put on a old ragged out shirt. She stood in front of him on her tippy toes hold out the shirt when she lost her balance dropping the shirt falling her chest into his bare chest. Stan quickly did a bear hug on her rolling a little back to keep her from falling.“Thank you Stan,” my wife said as Stan slowly released her.Stan came out of the tent . I.