Still, we both look forward to celebrating our faiths’ special holidays, Passover, Easter, Christmas and Hanukkah, especially the latter two because...it’s such a joyous time for us. I help Jill decorate the Christmas tree and she helps me light the Hanukkah candles. The kids spin dreidels. Jill considers Jesus the ‘son of God.’ She believes in the virgin birth, the miracles and the resurrection—all so much hocus pocus to me, though I respect her faith and she respects mine (or lack thereof).. I often visited fictionmania to read more stories from authors thatshared my secret fantasies.It was a secret though. Everyday I wished for something that could helpme live out my fantasies without interfering with my current life. Maybesomething like in inception where I can dream out my fantasies or maybelike the matrix where I can live out my fantasy in a virtual realm. ButI had no such luck. Or so I thought.---I am a classic dumpster diver and I would often drive through. Kabhi badi k to kabhi choti maami k chucho se doodh pita.aur dono maami mere laude ko lollypop ki tarah chus rhi thi.phir itne mera chootne lga to dono maamiyo ne kahan hamare chocho pr chod do.tumne to bhut doodh pi liya hamara jara hum bhh to tera doodh chakhe.Fir meaine unke chocho pr hi chod diya aur vo ek dusre ke chocho se mera maal chaatne lgi.aur mere laude ko chusnne lgi…phir mera lauda khada ho gya to badi maami kehti chal ab meri chut ki pyaas bhh bhujade aur ye kehte hi vo bed pr. Then another brush as a pink red was brushed onto my cheek bones. Then without a word she was painting my lips with a pink paint brush. "There, just a little color. I'm glad you quit bawling. There's nothing worse that red swollen eyes on a girl." Mom please, stop now." No dear, you'll just have to humor me till I finish. Now I think your hairs dry enough for a little styling."My hair was almost to my shoulders. The natural blonde color was also the reason I had little visible, if any,.