“Dr. Valerie, let me introduce you to my husband, Graham. Graham, this is Kelly.”A tall well-built man with a shaven head stepped into the room, h...s erection on full display. I couldn’t help smiling as I remembered Mae West’s famous line: “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” Graham must have seen my smile and my gaze on his erection.“I am glad to see... meet you,” he said, extending his hand to greet me.When in Rome… I stepped forward and hugged him, flattening his. Priyanka was still holding her nose and moaning.That was enough for me. I removed her hand from the nose and gave her a very big kiss, almost eating her face. I sat on her face next. My dick was hard and I really wanted a blowjob.She opened her mouth and took it in. But after a few minutes, she was pushing my dick away. I was very high and just could not take it. I slapped her hard.‘Dekh Priyanka, there baap ne 3 betiya che. Why did I marry you?’ (Your father has three daughters and why did I. A small smile plays across his lips as he gazes at my naked form. ?Well done my lady, now come here.? Walking across the room in halting steps I do as commanded. I glide across the floor until I am standing before him. I glance at his hand that still carries the gun and seeing the direction of my gaze he smiles and says, ?We don’t need this anymore, do we my lady?? Shaking my head ‘no’ he places the gun back behind him on a table.Stepping toward me until his body is pressing into mine. I. Other areas of my country usually don’t get them right. It’s like biscuits and milk gravy. Southern biscuits are made with buttermilk and milk gravy is made with bacon grease and milk with a healthy amount of black pepper. Those items are not well known outside the south nor considered haute cuisine. They are just good food.”Marie said, “Your Grace, good food is always haute cuisine.” We smiled at each other.I said, ‘Please, call me Jar. It’s my nickname based upon my initials. Jam is beside.