Tum kaise ho?Manu – Main bhi acha hoon. Waise Nitin kaha hai?Mummy – Woh to college gaya hua hai, tum nahi gaye aaj?Manu – Nahi aaj nahi gaya, c...alo main aata hu apke ghar.Mummy – Par Nitin to 2 ghante baad ayega.Manu – Tabhi to aa raha hoon apse milne.Mummy – Merese kyu?Manu – Kyu main apse milne nahi aa sakta?Mummy – Mujhse kyu milna hai tumhe?Manu – Waise hi aap mere friend ki mummy ho.Mummy – Ha to woh to dikhta hai tum kya sochte ho.Manu – Kya matlab?Mummy – Kuch nahi.Manu – Aap bhi. You gently pulled me over to you so that I was sitting in between your legs, the curve of my ass resting lightly against your hardness. I passed you a mug of tea and picked up the dish of yogurt. I had purposefully only brought one spoon from the kitchen, clever me. I fed you the yogurt, spoonful by loving spoonful. I had gotten a little of the pink gooey yogurt on my finger, which you noticed. You brought my hand to your mouth and gently sucked and cleaned all of my fingers, even the ones. However, a neutral cock would have difficulty in describing Suha Arafat's cunt as a "confined" space as it had become very loose and wide by the constant "intrusion raids" carried out by Yassir Arafat.Finally all the distinguished guests were assembled in the White House. There were Ehud Barak and Queen Noor, Yassir and Suha Arafat. Even Hillary Clinton had taken a break from her Senatorial campaign in New York to "suck up" to Barak for the decisive Jewish vote. Bill Clinton played the beaming. Just as she noticed the keypad at the front of the belt her mobile phone rang. Looking at it she saw that it was a hidden number and, with a sense she was about to find out something about her predicament she answered the phone. On the other end of the phone was John, he had purchased this phone specifically for this purpose, making sure that the number could never be traced back to him. In an accented, false voice he said ?Hello there Emily, how are you today, I am sure there is no need for me.