Aur main uske hooth paglon ki tarah choosne laga. Jisam ki garmi ke karan humne aadhi rizai hata di. Maine dekha ki meri teeno adhi band aankho se sab...dekh rahi thi. Main aur josh mein aa gaya. Maine apna ek haath apni wife ke boobs par rakha tha aur ek haath jaanbooj kar apni choti Sali ke haath se touch kar rakha tha, jo sabse kinare par thi. Dheere dheere main uska haath dabane laga aur saath saath apni wife ke hooth bhi choosta raha aur ek haath se uski choochi dabata raha. Phir main uske. All I could see through the driving rain was the hand of the driver poking out through the partially opened window waving me on. I flashed my lights and started off.As soon as I started down the next hill, I slammed on the brakes. I knew this road well, and there was at least 10 feet of water over the road in front of me.I backed up and turned around, thinking that my friend's party would still be going on, and I could crash on his couch, or even in my Jeep if he ran out of room inside.I passed. Today, Brandy was "bitching" about the weather - and the chilly apartment to which she had to return. I told her she needed a companion with whom to share body warmth, and she immediately said, "OK - What Time Are You Coming Over?"Did not see that coming, but I maintained my composure and asked if she was serious. She responded with "Is it colder than fuck outside?" I grinned and said, "What shall I bring with me?" She said, "Yourself, and anything else that comes to mind!" We agreed on a time,. Though when I say real problems what I don't mean is scraping together a life in bombed-out Aleppo or hunting for food in Yemen or even trying to navigate your way across South London as a lone female of an evening. No, what I'm talking about is the dreary whining of the self-absorbed me, me, me generation. Is it entertaining? Is it fuck. Is it sexy and erotic and suitable for a nice interlude of grappling with your intimate bits and bobs in a public toilet? Not a chance. It's as dull as some.