I was probably about your age. You’re what? Twenty-five?”“Twenty three.”“Same thing,” he said offhandedly, which offended me a little. “...t’s just sex isn’t it? Attraction? Maybe you’re a little more reserved but the core feelings are the same.”Instinctively, I crossed my legs beneath the table.“Actually, it’s not the same,” I said. It was a wonder I could even speak. “I wouldn’t get with someone just because I found them attractive.”“You wouldn’t?” Scott raised an eyebrow. “So what would it. Yes I got Brent to do the photography and I am very happy with..." the conversation continued as Lynn discussed the new designs with his client. Major peered out the door, and began to chuff. The squirrel lounging high above on a tree limb stared at his nemesis. Major's chuff's developed into a series of whines which in turn caused Lynn to open the door so the two adversaries could begin another joust.Sam's dad called back Thursday afternoon, and asked to be put on speakerphone. He needed to. After coming back, since my relatives never got to see me throughout the year, I would sometimes pay them a visit. I had not seen my Pishi (father’s sister in Bengali) for quite some time. I had fond memories of her giving me gifts, money, cooking for me.I also remembered her big boobs, her ass which would make any living man go crazy – it was perfectly shaped even though a bit big. There was something about her which was sexually very attractive. She has a medium height, a slightly dark skin. "And your pregnant; and with his baby," I added."Yes I am," returned her simple reply."When were you going to tell me this?" I asked."Eventually," came her answer, and then she elaborated: "I was going to tell you about Habib when it seemed the right time." So, your'e going to keep the baby, I assume?" Absolutely! I want Habib's baby very much." What about me?" I couldn't help but ask, and the sound of my voice seemed pathetic and weak."Yes," my wife replied. "That's the next thing that needs.