Ipudu first 3 ostaru :Stage 1 : na battalu vippadamE stage lo enti ante nenu neat ga ready ayi untanu kada ippu ah muggurilo okadu ostadu na cheera an...ha neat ga vipputhadu tiskoni veltadu cheera matrame vipputhadu. Next inkokadu ostadu, ipudu vadu venaka nunchi nannu vatesukoni na boobs midha cheyi vesi na jacket uks ni mellaga tiai na jacket vipputhadu alage adhe chetho bra ni kuda vippi tiskoni veltadu. Ipudu inkokadu ochi na mundu kurchoni mokalla midha na langa ki unna thadu ni tesi langa. Maybe it was some kind of a fancy bong, Johnny could never fully comprehend the more complicated paraphernalia in the store."No returns. This is for you. For you!" He emphasized the final word with a dramatic flourish, pointing his bony finger at Johnny & trembling furiously.Johnny was more than a little freaked out, & fairly positive that a criminal and/or sorceror had just dropped a major piece of evidence for some unknown crime into his life. He knew that if he didn't act fast he could. The year leading up to this situation had been a most interesting one. ********** Falling in love with Lue, where my story starts What I have related here happened a bit more than half a lifetime ago. I was 37, Donald, husband of Luellen (forty years later, still am), father of three children aged 4 to 7 (who have since made us grandparents several times), self-employed consultant. My life up to that time had its ups and downs, but mostly ups. I did OK at school but couldn’t afford to go. Like a fashion model she posed and turned around.I asked mom to stay in one of those sets of bra-panties while she made coffee.‘You have seen me fully nude and this is cool’, she said.In the kitchen I held her from behind when she made the coffee for us. Squeezed her bums, brushed her breasts. Sometimes teased her nipples, even as she was asking me to leave her alone. I too stripped myself and remained just in my boxer underwear. I sat together with mom on sofa, sipping coffee. After coffee I.