I hadn’t gone to this much trouble before in dressing, since I never really looked at myself in the mirror when dressed… it was feeling the hair o... my head, seeing it flow onto the shelf my huge tits made, etc. but for what I had planned, I wanted this to be just right.Whenever I got the chance, I watched Mike’s favorite tape, at that favorite scene, and I memorized Samantha’s lines. It wasn’t difficult – porn movies aren’t know for their intricate dialogue! I also practiced my actions on one. .wo boli ab tak kiya to nai par karne ka bht man karta h main thoda hairan hua aur pucha man karta h kyn kehti uski sab friends ke boyfriends h aur wo btate h ki kaise unke bf unke saath sex karte h yeh sab sun k mera khada hone laga tha mujhe laga tha ki mauka acha hain ladki chudno ko bhi taiyaar h! Maine us se phir poocha sex karna ka tumhe bht hota h to tharak to bht machti hogi tumhe roj wo sharmate hue boli hmm main samajh gya tha ladki set h aur chudne ko betaab h maine phr kaha kisi se. Then I cracked the second egg and added it. Another thirty seconds. It seemed to take a lot longer for Rhonda's eggs to blend. We poured the batter into identical cake pans and put them in the oven side-by-side. Sure enough, Rhonda's cake turned out flatter and denser than mine."Why?" she complained."I'm not sure I understand," I said, "but the only difference was that you beat your eggs together and added them at once. I added mine one at a time. It took more mixing to blend your eggs with the. Seemed like the thing to do, really.Deciding not to waste the good stuff, I headed off to the localconvenience store returning with several bottles of an interesting drinkcalled Mustang Red; lovely stuff, tasted like cough medicine.About half a bottle later, the decision not to drink the good stuff,like my marriages, seemed to be a bad idea. Heading towards my liquorcabinet, the doorbell stopped me. For some reason I knew exactly whostood on the other side of the front door, I wasn't.