J. and Aaron…I mean, like, I made a baby with one of them! I still love both of them…please don’t be mad at me, Steve baby!” the hippie exclai...s as she tries to articulate her tangled emotions to her redheaded lover. “No worries! I’m not mad…I don’t want you to forget about those guys, either…they’re my best friends and we would never have met if it weren’t for them…” Steve assures her. “It’s just so complicated being a chick…” the hippie replies, heaving a deep sigh… “Dude! Look at this! She. " We have been together for onlyfive months, but it feels like I've known you my whole life. Would it bealright with you if we postpone this talk until Thanksgiving?"Of course, my love. Love is patient!"We were just entering the fall season in the Midwest with all of theleaves starting to turn color. It was a spectacular fall color display bymother nature. As we were driving a little north of the city to visit oneof our favorite Hmong restaurants I said to Kathy, "What do you normallydo for. She had learnt all through the previous year doing local guys in the Wellington public toilets and down by the railway station. She was not only a great cocksucker, she was a striking young woman – though short, she carried her frame in an elegant upright manner, her legs had the shape and strength of the dancer that she was, but the thing that everybody first saw in Janelle was her generous 40 inch pair of melon-breasts. Her moon-face was plain – there was no other way to put it – though most. My penis got so strong as if it was ready to just launch into her ass. Then she looked at me and gave a causal smile and she said” uffff baba kitna jor se baarish ho raha hai aur ei ramu kaka bhi na abhi tak aye nai” whispering those words to herself she took out a huge key from her side bag. Oh I got it now the equation is complete I said to myself in my mind, because this aunty must be the owner of this hardware shop and me her customer, I smiled badly in my devil mind.I was excited so.