Hatte katte lambe aur mote they mere mama – Rang kaala aur unki tond nikli hue thi.Mujhe dekh ke woh bade khus hue – Bole Arey sneha tu kab aayi k...hke mujhe gae laga liya. Pasine ki badbu se mera dam ghut gaya maine bhi smile karke unse thodi doori karli.Raatko khana khaake hum sone ki tayyari kar rahe they mama aur mami apne kamre me so gaye aur mujhe unke bete ka kara dediya sone ke liye.Mai kamre me gayi aur apne kapde badalne lagi maine apni punjabi dress utari aur bra nikaldi kyuki usse. We had the most horrendous row, over pretty much nothing, but I guess it had been building up over a few months.Since my first divorce twelve years ago, I never seemed to have found anyone that could really stick me for any real length of time! I know I can be moody, and a bit grumpy, but hey, aren't most 36 year old guys?A short-term dilemma was what to do with the tickets for the weekend break we had booked a while back. It was only a short hop to Amsterdam, but it would be a shame to waste. Biology is the class that could hamper my summer plans. If I fail this class, that means taking it again in summer school. I have way too much fun to do, plus I need to get a job to pay for that fun. Summer school will totally screw that up.Another crumpled paper ball lands at my station. Dreading what lovely artistic inspiration he came up with this time, I straighten the paper back out. Ah Eric, if you only took some art classes and didn’t use your cock to think, you would be quite the. I’d stroke the detachable shower head over my clit as I wondered if her skin would taste different to mine. It made me squirm when she would lean over my shoulder as I worked and those luscious globes would be right there, next to my face and I’d wish I had the nerve to turn my head and press my face into them.“Is any of this actually sinking in?” she asked one day as she leant over my shoulder. We’d been slogging away for over two hours and my thoughts had been at fever pitch for most of that.