Manju: bolo ki khabe go? whiskey?Ami: hole mondo hoy na.Manju: dekhi darao, babar stock a Jodi thake…..Kichhukhon por o ekta bottle, aar 2 to glass ...iye hajir. Ami bollam, tumio khabe? O bollo, keno khabo na? Jai hok ek peg kore khaye dujone golpo suru korlam. Taar modhye o akbar bollo, ami ektu bathroom theke aschhi. Ami aar ek peg whiskey khay nilam, raw. Tarpor, bathroom a phank khujte thaklam, uki marar jonno.Ekta phank diye dekhi o nighti ta namiea nilo. Sudhu ektu khani dekhlam, o ekta. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, even Jeff and Brit. Greg was happy to see them having fun, though wary of having too may of these family get-togethers for a while. He still thought they needed some time away from each other.They ate the leftovers from the barbecue for supper that night, then when it cooled down in the evening, retired inside to shoot pool or play ping-pong downstairs in the rec room. That night, they all went to bed and had peaceful dreams.On Monday morning, Jeff woke up. And moved right along to living together. We even skipped over getting to know each other.Now, this is the 21st century. People – well, at least some people – are more easy going about sexual relations. But Cynthia and I had gone from sharing a cup of coffee to living together, with only a short stop at a hospital where I was de-legged. I thought that was a little strange. Too fast.Of course, I didn't complain. I was getting prime pussy, something with which I was unfamiliar. I wasn't a virgin. Damn! Damn! As the man's fingers went up and down, the zipper opened further. Mark's dick was now half exposed, and the bright sunlight was like a fuckin' spotlight! Damn! The man then wrapped his hand around the rock-hard shaft and started to, it seemed clear to Mark, jerk him off! As the man's hairy knuckles pushed against the straining zipper, it opened further. Then further. And still further. Damn! Damn! Damn!"We need to get lotion on every inch. You surely don't want this to burn either.".