The Tangerine was on all fours on the bed. Even as Iwatched, Simon turned, removing his penis from hermouth. It was hard and wet, and it jutted erectl... up,waggling as he moved. It was the first penis I hadseen, outside of pornography, and academicallyspeaking anyway, I liked the look of it. It seemed anice size; neither too big nor yet too small, crownedwith a bulbous scarlet cap, and two ripe, full-lookingballs down at the base. If it hadn’t belonged to mybrother, I could have wasted a. My God she looks hot to trot." She looks like a street walker, Bro!" Hey, you two, I'm standing right here. You don't have to talk about me as if I were off in Timbuktu or somewhere." Sorry, Mom," said Jake, "you just caught me quite off guard with that outfit." Be that as it may, let's get some lunch on the table, you two, I'm starved."Lunch was quickly served. We sat and gossiped as we ate. Some belated blushing still making an appearance from time to time, even on Mom's face.After lunch, Mom. Main richie hun and meri age 38 hai. Meri shadi ho chuki hai aur main apne husband ke saath bangalore mein rehti hun.Meri arranged marriage hui. Waise main delhi ki rehne wali hun and shaadi ke badd main bangalore mein shift ho gayi kyunki mere pati wala pe job karte hain. Ok main aapko apni body ke bare mein bata dun, meri height 5’5 hai and figure 34-30-36 hai. Mera ek beta bhi hai jo ki 14 saal ka hai.Maine apni life mein bahut enjoy kiya hai. Mere pati mujhe bahut pyaar karte hain and sex. Where the fuck is my wife? What has happened?” and finally, “who the fuck is that and why is he laying on my doorstep?”Another copper gets in my way; I fire similar questions at him.“Sir, please identify yourself and your reason for being here.”Shit, me asking about Anne and calling her my wife should make those questions redundant, how can these pricks, the people that are supposed to solve crime not have a fucking clue.“I fucking live here, now where is my fucking wife?”“Sir, please restrain.