4 baj rhe the. White T-shirt aur Capri me. Mum so ri thi. Baaki sb bahar the. Hamara Ghar kafi bada h. Mera separate room h. Wo aayi kamre me main bea... bag pe baitha wait kr rha tha uska. Usne kaha bhaiya mithai. Maine kaha kiski h.To wo boli doodh ki. Maine kaha kiske doodh ki. Wo boli bhains ka hoga. To main bola bhains ka doodh ni chahiye. Wo chup. Tera chahiye. Wo chup. Aankhein neeche. Maine mithai ka dabba haath se liya aur table pe rakhkar ek haath se uske bobe pakad liye T-Shirt k upar. "Got some of that for me?" she inquired, the hint of a smirk on her face."Of course." Are we still visiting the Playboy mansion tomorrow?" she asked me as I lifted the covers and crawled in to snuggle with her. She immediately dropped her hand to my crotch to start petting me. I nodded a "yes" to her question."Mmm, I've been dying to find out what Holly tastes like. She so sugary in person, and I'll bet her pussy tastes just as sweet." Marissa pecked me on the lips and then slinked down between. She was sipping a half pint glass filled with a dark liquid that he assumed was coke, most likely mixed with a spirit of some kind. She didn’t appear to be intoxicated. That was another one of his nightmares to deal with; a drunken girl. He slipped on to a bar stool next to her without looking at her. The barman approached and rum on the rocks was ordered. The alcohol smoothed his nerves. He took a napkin from the nearest dispenser, took out his pen from the blue suit jacket he wore and. Mom climbed out of the bag and started pulling her freezing clothes on, to be ready for her turn. I moved out of the tent and, when I straightened up, I slipped and nearly fell. I regained my balance and told mom to get back into the sleeping bag for a while because it was all ice, out here, and I had to make a trail so she wouldn't slip and fall.I lifted my foot and stomped down hard on the ice. The soft ground under it hadn't frozen so the ice cracked. The second stomp broke it and I spent.