So instead I left it to my imagination and gazed at her naked tits as I wanked my cock. In my mind and my dream she was begging me to take one of her...delicate pink nipples in my mouth as I groped her other breast. My eyes moved down her body. Her brown pubes were peeking out from the sides of her thong. And again my mind went into overdrive as I imagined pulling the thong to one side and burying my face into her young pussy. I started to lean over to sniff her pussy through the thin silky. ”“I’m your man!”“I thought so, I’ll pick you up in half an hour”The phone went dead in my ear and thirty minutes later Sandy walked into my apartment and my life. She was dressed in sneakers, loose fitting sweat pants and a short sleeved button up blouse; a very strange combination. My face must have registered some expression of surprise. Looking up at me she said, “So I’m not a slave to fashion, at least not tonight. I suggest you follow my example.”I put on a T-shirt, sneakers and sweat. "She started crying. "I'm a terrible Mother. How could this be? What am I going to do?"Oh, no. Crying. The ultimate weapon a woman has. Now, what? I had several options. I could run out the door and drive to Saskatchewan, or someplace like that. I could comfort her and try to talk her off the ledge. Or, I could take a firm hand. I suspected Bridget was used to men approaching her as supplicants. I doubt many men had ever taken a firm hand with her. I was uncomfortable in that role - it just. Sirithu nerathil kaiyai porumaiyaga nagarthi popcorn box adiyil kaiyai vitu en sunniyai pidithaal.En sunni nangu viraithu sidedaaga vanthu irunthathu, athai pidithu thadavinaal. Zipil kai vaithu athai kayata aarambithaal, aanal avalaal athai kayata vatam varamal irunthathu. En idam dei kanbi da un pakam pop corn vaithu irukiraai enaku ena matinguthu par endru solinaal. Enaku indirectaaga signel koduthaal.Sari ena aanalum paravailai endru en sunniyai veliyil eduthu viten, ramya en sunniyai.