Main geerne lagi, to un charo ne mujhe sambhala aur mere ghar pe le aye. Iss tarah woh charo mere ghar pe ghus aaye.Mera sir bhale hi chakra raha tha,...par mujhe saab saaf saaf sunai pad raha tha. Ghar mein ate hi un charo ne bate shuru ki aur bol rahe the. “Badhiya bunglow hai, kafi bada hai yaar, lagta hai ye ghar pe akeli hi hai.”Unme se ek ladka ghar ke andar chakkar lagane gaya aur wapas aa kar bola “Bhaiyo, ghar pe koi nahi, party full manaye?” Dusra bola, “Humm, baat to sahi hai, aur ye. Trish's presence seemed to fill a void in the apartment. It felt too big when I was there alone. It felt like something was missing, beyond the huge amount of stuff that Jess had dragged off.I guess I just really needed a woman in my life.The funeral was depressing, as all such gatherings are. At least it was blessedly short. Mom had never been one for long, drawn out affairs, and as a result her funeral was a reflection of her life. One hour, performed in a deep red colored church in Pacific. En meethu yaro mulaiyaal muthugil idithaargal, yar endru thirumbi paarthen! Athu aval thaan. Ennai kama aasaiyil paarthu irunthaal, en sunni udane viraithu vitathu.En sunniku mune veru oru aunty irunthaargal, avargal meethu sunni patu vida pogirathu endru sunniyai thirumbi aval meethu vaithen. Aval sariyaaga en uyaram irunthaal, en sunni aval pundaiyil patu azhunthiyathu. Ennai paarthu sirithu konde irunthaal, avalin iru mulaiyum en meethu patu azhunthiyathu.Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ennal moodai. TV pe koi hot sa gaana aaya. Shayad, ‘Bheege hoth tere’ tha. Main excited ho gaya aur maine use bed pe litake kiss karne laga. Woh bhi shayad excited thi kyuki pura kiss kiye jaa rahi thi. Main uske uper ka top utara aur boobs kiss karne laga.Chhote chhote boobs the uske but bilkul gore the. Main kafi der tak use chusta raha. Fir jab maine niche kholne ko bola to woh bolne lagi ki niche nahi. Kafi manane ke bad bhi nahi mani to maine bola ki fir chuskar mere lund ko shant kar do. Woh bade ache.