Polly aunty (his mom) is a housewife and like a typical bengali woman kind of conversative, or so I thought till the incidents started happening. Sinc... she was mostly alone I would at times go to her home to chat with her for a few hours. She was very friendly with me. However there were certain peculiarities about her that at times embarrassed me.Like when we were in college and I used to go his home for studies she would usually be in a sari and blouse. But more often than not her blouse. "Ok then, who would be your second choice?" she asked.Ricky thought for a moment, the replied "I really can't tell you that mom. Its kind of embarrassing." Ricky! Really!" Kay demanded, feeling put off. "You have fucked - no, raped me thoroughly in my mouth and my cunt, which I loved. There is no reason for you to be embarrassed about anything with me. What could be more embarrassing than fucking your own mother?" Fucking my cousin!" Ricky blurted out."Melissa?" Kay gasped. Her foot hit the. And this was despite the fact that there was as little as no unambiguous evidence that a transcendent entity such as a God had ever existed and that there was almost as much disagreement as to what this entity might be as there were people who professed to believe in it.Sex was at least explicable as an activity intimately related with the biological imperative to procreate. It was obvious to Vashti, after having taken on the sexual characteristics of humankind along with so many others, that. Trust me, bud, you have no idea how much pussy you can get just by not being a fucking Shallow Hal. Idiots like my brother Enrico ... Yeah, he’s a numbskull. His girlfriends all cheat on him and treat him like crap, use him for money, etc. Does he dump them and move on? Nope. He gets shat on every fucking time, the moron. Of course, he’s also too dumb to set up an open marriage.“Then again, the girls in question are too smart to do that, even if they’re total airheads in other ways. They want.