”Roni smiled, silently accepting his words of apology.“Thanks for accepting my apology, Roni. But can I tell you one more thing about Winston Chur...hill before I shut up.”Roni nodded her head.“The story goes that one night Churchill was the little worse for wear and the unpleasant woman sharing the railway carriage with him said, ‘You sir, are drunk' And as quick as you can he replied, 'Yes, madam, I may be drunk. But you are ugly. And tomorrow I will be sober, and you will still be ugly.'”Six. During my visit my mama also visited my grandma place along with my elder sister my sister was happy upon seeing me.During the visit I was allotted a room with my sister during before sleeping I have a habit of drinking milk that I asked my sister to bring milk before coming to the room. I remember that night because it was my worst night at around 2o clock in the mid night I heard someone crying and my sister was also missing.I got curious and went to see who was crying and where was it coming. Igestured for him to start caressing my breasts again with those hugehands of his to give him something to do. That he understood, and did.At the same time I began caressing my own clit, and realized that Imight yet get off one more time. "I'm rather proud of my sweetheart,"I said. "I made him what he is today, and I do hope he's satisfied.Or will be. I think so." So he spends all these Fridays flouncing around like a woman? Whilewe're fucking each other? Every Friday for a year now? And. Once she had loosened up a bit I began to pound into her with long hard strokes. She pulled her legs up high and I buried myself as far as possible inside her each time I thrust, making her cry out loudly with each stroke. Grunting, I warned her I was about to come to which she responded by wrapping her legs around the small of my back and urging me into her harder by digging her fingernails into my buttocks and pulling me in further. We both cried out in mutual climax as I shot my load inside.