He put one of his Sinatra CDs on and I sat back to listen, it wasn’t exactly my taste but I doubt my Dad was ever going to play Meat Loaf or Led Zep...We were heading up the hill towards the Saddleworth exit on the M62 when it came on, I didn’t really notice the verse, but suddenly, I noticed what Sinatra was singing.“But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek Until I hear you at the door Until you’re in my arms once more. He looked up at Laura and his heart nearly stopped as she unhooked her bra and slid her undies to her ankle in the one clean movement. Tim watched as she stepped into the pool then dived under. Laura broke the surface screaming " Its fucking freezing Timmy, come on in" Tim's cock was rock hard now and Laura was standing in the middle of the pool watching him. Tim was not sure what Laura's reaction would be when he removed his undies. He need not have worried as he followed his cock towards the. Falling to my knees before him, loving him and satisfying his urges. Him taking me in his arms, pulling me down on top of him as we kissed. Maybe he was verbal, maybe he wanted to call me “Faggot” and “Cocksucker” as I pleasured him. But also, maybe he was romantic, maybe he would have candles lit and soft music playing, maybe he wanted to “make love?”So nervous, but I could not turn back now. I had wanted too long, I have wanted this too much. I knocked on his door and he opened it.He looked. Everybody, write it down.”As everybody were writing it down, Keerthi by then had finished writing, as she had the fastest handwriting speed. Keerthi looked at Parameshwaran and thought in her mind,”This brahmin looks like a nasty horn-master. He looks athletic by physical attributes. Traditional by costume, as he wore a kurta, panchakacham, angavastram and poonul, with a pattai on his forehead. He looks facially handsome, and younger than his actual age. He has an 8-inch or a 10-inch schlong in.