"Surprised, Jill stopped wiping her tears and looked at the older woman. She was at a loss for words."The only way to forget the pain of losing a love... is to find another. I'll help you ease the pain," She explained.For some reason, it made perfect sense. Even tough Jill had never been with another woman, this seemed a sensible solution. If she simply hopped into the bed of another guy, it would just be sex and right now she needed something more than that. The friendship and caring she craved. She had agreed to meet me when I contacted her about her latest undertaking, the purchase of land in upstate New York and up towards the Hamptons on the isle. I really wished to inquire about her business rather than her investments but that might have been dangerous. For me.?You have invested in land that is not zoned for building???Yes, there are a few houses and farm buildings there but nothing significant.??Why in such isolated locations???For me the isolation is an asset not a. Ab woh bas panty main rehti hain.Fir amar usey bed pe girata hai n boob pe toot prta hai n chusta hai maa bhot roti phir amar ek jor ka chata marta hai.Wo fir maa ko pura chatta hai n chaddi faad deta hai choot ekdum safacgat saafWo chut sungta hain n jeeb se touch krta hai.Maa ko gussa a jata hain n ek muh main laat marta hain.Amar ko gussa a jata hain wo uthke kpre se haath per bed se baandh ta hai n chut ko jor ki kaat ta hai maa chik parti hai phir wo chat na start krta hai.Maa ab shnt hoti. It belonged to Uncle Simple.I thought Simple was a strange name and asked my Ma why he had that unusual name because he certainly looked more devious than simple to me. My Ma laughed and told me,“We call him Simple because he always used to chase the young girls with a one-track mind. You be right careful around him because he never asks for permission and simply sticks it in before a girl rightly knows what is going on.”For some strange reason that sounded totally exciting and I was reminded.