Kya brest tha yaar.maine kash kar masla unke brest ko mera masal ne par unki moo se aabaz aa rahi thi siiii kuch der masal ne ke baad maine dhire se m...ra haath ko dhire dhire niche lene laga aur dhere se unke scot ko upar tek kar dhire se haath ghusane laga mane dekha ki wo k white colour li panty peheni thi .to maine dhere se aapne haath ko unki panty ke upar se sehlaya to maine mehesus kiya ki unke panty ke andar me kuch moti cheej hai to maine unke panty undar hath ghusaya to dekha ki ek. The more tutored ears in the Village Vanguard applaud wildly, joined by the rest when she at last sings: “Ni-ight and stars above that shine so bri-ight: the mystery of their fading li-ight that shines upon our caravan…” The model for her rendition is not the sassy one, but Ella Fitzgerald who surely once sang, as did Sarah Vaughan, in this very historic venue. Much as Lynn loves the American songbook and its great stars, she is a modern artist. Her performances have a character and flavour. I lost it because I recalled her mortality and her imminent demise. She pulled me closer and kissed me softly on the lips again.“I know ... I know. You’re gonna miss Mommy. You’re sad even thinking about it. But for now, honey, Mama Bear needs some lovin’ and is countin’ on her bigger cub to give it to her. So, dry up those tears for a little, man up, and let Mommy get you good and hard again so you can satisfy her needs. I don’t have that many more lays ahead of me, after all,” Mom laughed. After an uncomfortable minute, she says "Want to meet for dinner and drinks when this stupid conference is done for the day". Still stunned, but very happy, excited and more than a little confused, I mumble "Sounds great, how about 7 o'clock in the lobby". "Sure, see you then" she says as I stare at her in that short skirt as she walks away.We met for dinner at the hotel restaurant and went to the hotel bar afterward for drinks. The entire time we talked about everything except what happened.