We did a first round of the room. I listened to some hardcore metal with a huge grin on my face as it reminded me of my excited teenage years, but Mar...us couldn’t stand more than a few songs. I could not understand the lyrics from a Tyrolean singer songwriter so we quickly went on and settled on a fusion-reggae band that was energetic and positive. While dancing modestly to the music I kept my eyes open for other friendly faces or good looking men but I could not find any so far. I felt like. Maine anty ko land dale huye hi unhe lita diya ab mai unke uper tha.Anty muje dekhte huyeAnty: Varun i love uMai: love u soooo muchAnty: tere land me bahot jaan hai reMai: sub apki gand ka kamal haiAnty: bahot kamina hai tuMai: kamina bhi hun harami bhi hun aur chodakkad bhi hunAur 1 jhata mar diyaAnty: behnchod ab aram se q chod rha hai zor zor se chod sara kasar nikal le teriMai: randi salo behnchod bolti haiMai zor zor se anty ko chodne laga ahhhhh hhhhhhh yaaaaa chid muje harami sale. ............Memories of past experiences come to mind too... going into the adult book store, nervous yet excited, wandering back to the booths, casually looking at which ones featured gay/dressed porno, looking at who is going in and out of each booth, selecting one next to someone I'd love to hook up with and entering. Once inside, you are on display and realize you are lustfully showing off, pulling your pants down, showing off your latest panty selection, listening intently to others. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are.