This of course instantly makes my dick jump to life in my pants, fully pressing on the fabric. "Hold on, I have to switch to the front," she says. "O...," I say the best I can without seeming too concerned. She gets up and stands right in front of me, her boobs at perfect eye level. This is too good to be true. When she suddenly moves forward and places my leg between both of hers as it lightly grinds against her pussy through her shorts. Is she doing this on purpose? She must be messing with. No harm done. She set the pot down to cool and turned off the stove. How strangely the tide had turned against her favor, Kanchana thought. Slowly, Ujesh’s appetite and expectations grew at an exponential rate. Something that she had failed to cope with leading ultimately to their separation. Word had reached her that Ujesh was remarried to a much younger woman named Ishani. Kanchana fiddled with the pot handles and thought about the new couple. How Ishani was satisfying his needs and how Ujesh. A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license. First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test The optician showed him a card with the letters 'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.' 'Can you read this?' the optician asked. 'Read it?' the Polish guy replied, 'I know the guy.'Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, 'I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhoea in the convent.' 'Thank God, ' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of. I’ll have a few choice words for Judge Mitchell, myself. He’s normally a good man to have on your side. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I have a good idea he’s getting a lot of pressure from Washington about the way things are going around here, especially your idea of having the Indians lease the land to the people using it, in a legal contract. I have a feeling that some of the greedy bastards in Washington were just counting the ways of how to get some of the gold that is coming out of.