But I have no such luck as baby girl pulls me to the other side of the room where our Christmas tree is in full display with a pile of presents alread... circling the bottom. It’s like she is a magician, only instead of pulling rabbits out of a hat, I get endless Christmas. I massage my temples in a desperate attempt to stave off the imminent explosion that is my mood reaching critical mass. While at the same time I repeat in my head how much I love my baby girl and I'm not going to strangle her. 8 and boobs size nearly 32 and ass size ni pta but perfect thi yar, I was fan of her fit round shaped ass and big boobs,Or vo b mere sath kafi khush thi becz I am smart too, so finally hum hot baate b karne lage on chat and call, hum dono kafi khush the, baato se h mjhe pta chala ki uska pehle koi other bf tha and uske sath usne 2 time sex bhi kiya, but break up ho gya tha, us time mujhe b hurt hoa yar gf mili to bhi virgin ni mili,Kuch days naraj rha ye baat sunkar, but fir man gya ye sochkar. I knew I could confirm this by breaking one of our household rules, and checking some of the study notes in his room, but I wasn’t convinced enough to do that. I didn’t know quite how I felt now. I was relieved that he almost certainly wasn’t Birch, I suppose, but at the same time a part of me wished he was. Worse, I was now without a clue. I had a list of possibles, but no real reason to pin it on any of them, except perhaps Ray. I wasn’t at all sure if I wanted Birch to be him, though. I. Only, her thoughts are in the form of 'I', as if thispart of her seemed as if it were not a part of her at all, but that ofsomeone of a different time, a different place, a different culture, evena different gender. Yet, at this moment, even in this little confusion,things also seem normal, seem right. These thoughts are part of her andat the same time seem to be residing somewhere outside of her. The manstands with his back to the rising moon and the young princesses facehim. The light.