Ab sab kuchh tujhe dikhaongi. Jab tak Maan nahi aati main ghar par nangi hi rahoongi aur tujhe apni choot bhi chatwaongi aur tera lund bhi choosungi. ...ahut maza aata hai.” “Sach didi?” “Haan. Achha ek baaty hai tu is baat ka afsos na kar ki tere sirf ek hi bahan hai main tere liye aur choot ka jugad kar dungi..”“Nahi didi apni bahan ko chodne main maza hi anokha hai. Bahar kya maza aayega?” “Achha chal ek kaam kar tu maan ko chod le aur madarchod bhi ban ja.” “Oh didi ye kaise hoga?”“Ghabra mat. But I think Lita needs to eat at McDonald's at least once. Put your shoes on."A freshly washed, neatly dressed Lita is a neat thing. She had a little bounce in her step and a smile on her face. Her clothing wasn't meant to emphasize that this was a young female, so the indications of that fact were subtle. And, dare I think about it, alluring.We walked out to the truck. I clicked to unlock her door. She looked at me quizzically. "It's unlocked," I said. "You can get in."She did. She buckled her. My wife, son and daughter were with me, and we would be sharing space with a large cast of relatives endowed with varying levels of sanity for the next several days. My wife was riding shotgun and was busy scolding the k**s who were fighting in the back seat over some highly significant issue such as who took whose last piece of bubblegum. Although a light snow had been falling since shortly after we left St. Louis, we were making good time, and I felt at peace as we drove through southern. We have to keep it DL though. They would never take to us dancing together." You might be surprised after we do that little thing we just discussed. The two of you have done this, with no hope of it doing anything for you. When people understand that, you might see a difference." Thank you, Sir. We might just try it at that. By the way, you can get in to set up anytime after 3 PM, Sir." Thank you, Thomas. You don't have to call me "Sir", you know." Actually, anyone that can make the three most.