.agar aap pura padege toh. Mere ghar par 4 log hai. Main, (jo ek collage main padta huin), meri choti bhen-nisha (jo skool main hai 11th class main), ...eri maa-reema (jo ek housewife hai or usse thodi social life pasand hai, or kitti parties karna jo unka shok hai), or mera baap-rajesh (jo ek dukaandar hai). Main ek din collage gaya hua tha or meri bhen skool gae huie thi…or meri maa…. Woh ghar par hi thi…or mera baap dukaan par tha..aksar mera baap duphar ko lunch karne ghar aata tha. Mera. “Well,” said the old man, “I can give you the best advice that I was given as a young’un.”“Get a piece of string, a Hapenny and some sticky tape. Stick it to the left side of your body with the coin level with your hip bone. Then every night for half an hour stand and hit the coin with your hipbone flicking your hip sideways. Come back next week and I tell you what to do next.”So off the young lad went and every night he practiced,’Hapenny, Hapenny, Hapenny’ in his mind. The next week he went. Dark brown hair like my wife. The husband looked a little out of shape . in the pictures I notice that when my fuck was getting fucked by the other men they had condoms on. but when Roosevelt was inside her he wasn’t using one. but when Roosevelt was in the chubby lady he was using a condom. I noted the opposite for the other woman. there was a big muscular guy going bare in the other women but only him. Even the husband was using condoms . he sent me a video clip of the big guy behind my wife. ”“Neither did I,” I explained, “it just happened.”“Well, I think I’ve heard enough of your sordid tales for one night; we better get some sleep if we want to be of any use tomorrow.” Karen stood and began collecting the empty wineglasses. Dave and I jumped up to help her straighten then room. “Goodnight boys, try not to have too much fun without me,” Karen gave us a smirk then climbed the stairs towards our master bedroom, leaving Dave and I in an awkward silence.“What the fuck man?!” I asked.