Ma na ahista ahista se apna hath oon ki kameez ma le ja kar oon ki kamar ko masalna shuroo kar dya tha.. Ahista ahista puri kamar ko masal raha tha me...i halat bahot buri ho rahi thi aunty ki bra ki dori k neeche se aur side se oon k boobs ko bi touch kar raha tha … Ab aunty ne kaha ka bus karo lekin ma na suni un suni kar di phir woh bi khamosh ho gayee ma ne ahista ahista apna hath aunty k pat par le ja raha tha.jub mera hath aunty k pat par gaya tu muje mehsoos howa k aunty bi kanp rahi han. Bert reminded me about the guards. Sue pointed that we didn't have any appropriate clothing for the Wild West. The clothes slowed me down more than the guards. The diaries had notes about the importance of blending in with the local culture and the lethal consequences if this went wrong.It took us almost a week to get everything together. Andrea found costumes from an amateur theater group and some friends that were re-enactors. Bert collected the camping gear, Ernie got the food, and Sue. My hand lightly embraces your arm and I lean in gently kissing your cheek and smile not wanting to be too forward, a slight rush warms you making your face slightly flushed. We exchange a few pleasantries and I ask you if that man was your husband? You smile and nod “yes”, mentioning he is going to be working late and that perhaps we could have a glass of wine when you drop me off. Your hubby sounds nice, as he knows what my plans were for the evening to get to know each other and he swore me. Oh dear.”“The whole mosque follows him. The amilsaab, especially. He let him speak to the entire mosque.”“What did he say?”“He used words like ‘Peace’ and ‘Absolute love,’ and how we should, well, love the Jew as much as we love ourselves.”“Oh dear, Vasilla...”“People are talking, your holiness. People will follow him...”“But why will they follow him? He might be some crackpot. Why did people listen to him?”“I ... I don’t know,” lied Vasilla, “but people believe in him. He gave an entire speech.