Mammy ki gaand aisi thi…mano koi makmal ka bada tukda ho….Maine meri mammy ki naram mulayam gaand ko dono haatho se badaya….Fir ek ungli apni ma...my ki gand ke hol par le gaya….Ye…ye kya yar….Meri mammy ki gand ka hol bhi faila huwa tha….Matalb meri mammy to chudwane ki maharani thi…..Ab maine mammy ko utaya aur sofe par baitha diya…. Unki dono tange chodi ki….Aur unki chut….Means bhosda chatne laga….Meri mammy mere sar par haath fer rahi thi…..Mammy ki chut chatte mai apne haath apni mammy ke. Dee asked me for my house key and said that they would be leaving before the end of the gig to go to my house and set up. I handed her the key and asked what they had to set up.“You won’t be disappointed,” was all she said.----The lower level of my house was a large, carpeted family room, and was where I did most of my entertaining and where my TV and stereo were located. And when I walked in I was not disappointed.There was a fire burning in the fireplace and soft jazz music playing. Scented. "True. You are a bit of an enigma." Let's leave that for another time," she said, still smiling. No harm done apparently."Sure. I'll let you decide what you want me to know."We talked for over two hours. I told her about my growing up in Northern Idaho and she told me about growing up in San Francisco. I found she was easy to talk to and, as I had already discovered, an intent listener. We had a lot of values in common and although we didn't talk about it any more, I knew she didn't approve of. He looked like someone she'd been waiting for. And for reasons she couldn't even come close to explaining, he looked like someone she wanted to fuck."How much?" he slurred in Jeff's direction, and then turned and spat on the street. Molly was confused, and waited for Jack to speak for her. Something about that seemed right, letting men do all the talking. Her job was just to stand there and wait to be told what to do."I'm sorry, we're in a hurry." John replied curtly. An hour of teasing had.