How old are you? I expected to hear twenty-seven or twenty-eight or something. But when he said he was twenty, almost twenty-one I about choked. What...was I thinking? I was old enough to be his mother. Hell, my oldest daughter is almost the same age. I should back out gracefully while I still can. But you only live once, right? And it could be fun. We talked for about ten to fifteen minutes, the conversation ending with him heading my way. When I answered the knock on the door my pussy. . .’ ‘Don’t worry about that, I’ve already had the big wedding, and where did it leave me? Divorced from a rotten, alcoholic husband who chased whores and slapped me around a few times. So what if you’re not a doctor or a lawyer? What you are is honest, and hard-working, and what woman wouldn’t prefer that to what I had before? We can get a license, and married by a judge in his chambers, and that’s good enough for me! Of course, the longer we wait to get married, the more my ex has to pay in. Uski ek ladki thi jiski umar tub 18 saal ki thi. Dikhne main bahut sunder thi. Maine apni mousi ki ladki ko choda tha. Vo hamare paas ayei thi. Ek din mere chacha kok ladki jiska naam ranjeet hai meri mousi ki ladki kok baton baton main bata rahi thi ki mujhei rav bahut acha lagata hai. Meri mousi ki ladki ne mujhei batayia ke ranjreet apko pasand karti hai. Usi din sham kok meri mousi ki ladki to apne gaoun chaali gayi. Abb mere lund kok phudi ki jarurat thi. Tub se main ranjeet ko chori se. Anything to improve my chances of spending more time with Miriam I thought. We moved into the lounge and started a second bottle of wine, all of us chatting and drinking for a while. Lisa seemed happy that we were getting along so well. I wanted to get Lisa really drunk, so I kept filling up her glass."Let's do some shots to celebrate!"Miriam shouted. Grabbing a bottle of vodka and some glasses. After several shots, Lisa was hammered and fell asleep on the couch. I picked her up and carried her.