I understood it for what it was. A ritual. One that I was sure had been performed many times in our families shared history."Please call me Davey, for...now at least. I suspect it will become Dave some day soon, but for now, I wish to believe that life allows me to be Davey for a while yet," I covered his hand with my other where we still clasped in our handshake. "I do not yet know myself or my family or our history together well enough to return your pledge with the understanding of it that it. I am bit imaginative in writings. This you will see while reading my story. This story is based on the very popular TV serial “Tarak mehta ka ooltah chashma”.Coming to the story ( now in Hindi): Aap sbne tarak mehta ka ooltah chasma to dekha hi hoga. I m a big fan of it. To hota yuu hai k tarak mehta aur jetha lal abdul ki shop pe soda pee rhe hote hain. Tabhi achanak tarak jetha ko bolta hai k agar use babita ko chodne ka mauka mile to???Jetha: mehta sahib ye to wo baat ho gyi k aandhe ko do. "Now put it where it belongs..."In it went with a shudder and a thud, the penis head bashing her cervix time after time, rhythmically, until the explosion came without a warning after a mere few minutes of brutal fucking. "Arrrgh.. arrgh..." she orgasmed, pushed me off, and turned to her stomach, her broad derriere ondulating with passion. "You can finish now anyway you want. I want another one of those in the morning." She said."I want to come in your mouth." I said."Not now, liefje, I am. I know this is kind of sudden, but I have been mulling this around for a couple of weeks now. I made the decision to let you know about it, mainly to get your thoughts about my idea. So I'll let you think on it and you can let me know your thoughts next week. OK?" Bob, I wondered how long you would stick it out. I figured that you would quit before the end of the semester, but your wanting to stay all summer is commendable. Let me see what we can do about this, but I can assure you that you.