The moment I turned my back on him, the man grabbed for his lance and tried to stab me. This made me so mad that I reacted without thinking. I shifted...into wolf form and tore out his throat. Normally, I might have regretted my action, but not with this cretin. He was too stupid and set in his ways to recognize that someone was trying to help him.I now felt a relaxation of my urge to journey on, so I must have found what I was looking for. I didn't know the source of the feeling, but I. The salad was particularly pleasant: so much crisper and tastier than the soggy affairs she'd eaten in the Brothel canteen. Ketaba was also right about the wine. The food tasted better for it, and the wine seemed somehow more appropriate with food."You seem to get on very well with Binta," Ketaba remarked chewing on a celery stalk.Ana wasn't sure how to react to that remark. "What do you mean?" She blurted out. Was she being condemned for her love?"I'm sorry, Ana. I don't mean to upset you. I. But in the last month, as I relaxed into the nasty but fulfilling sensuality of my affair with my son, I had begun wondering what the intimacy of two women making love would be like. I had found myself paying more attention to women on the street, and even to my daughter, the image of myself at her age. So as this woman ogled me, and touched me so boldly, I did not feel offended, but curious.She came back with a box, and I noticed she had shortened her skirt, and she took pains to show me that. .To usne bra faad daali aur jo dekha wo kya nazara tha..Itni badi chuchiya hogi uski muje bhi nahi maalum tha..Aman – ahh raandi teri chuchiya to jaan le legi meri..Usne jor se chuchiya pakdi aur masal ne lagaa berehmi se chuchiya laal ho gai maa ki maa rote huve bol rahi thiMaa – huuuu hhhh hahhh chhood do ahhh mat kato meri chuchi.Par aman ek nahi suniaur puri laal kar di chuchiPhir maa ki panty nikali aurAman – uff teri mulaayam chut aaj dekh kese bhosda banti he..Wo maa ki chut me ungli.