Ko or many us ki choot kay under apni zaban dali kunky us ki chooot bohat tight thi zayda kuhli hoi nahi thi or jab many apni zaban us ki choot kay un...er bahar karny laga or us ki choot ka ras peny laga to who kis or dunya may thi or bahki bahki batian kar rahi thi aj mari chooooot ka sara rus pee looo haaaaa mari jan I love u tum nay to aj mari chooot ko aknaiya maza dia hay haaaaaaaaaa janoo tum nay bhi mary lund ko choos kar maza diya hay who kahny lagi thumara lunf bohat zabardast hay or is. All I needed was a third party meddling in the relationship."I know what you're thinking. I won't meddle in your relationship. Nor do I carry tales. I won't tell you what she says and she won't hear of this evening."I was only partially reassured, although I suppose Karen needed to talk girl talk to someone and Helen would probably be as good as any."One other piece of advice," Helen continued. "Be careful of Rebecca. She seems to be an attractive confident successful woman, someone right up. Most of all, I'm not the sensuous creature I once thought myself to be. I consider myself pretty. I have long slender legs. My breasts might not be large, but full and match my hips proportionally very well. My waist is slim. Therefore, I am neither fat nor skinny, but just right. My skin is soft, alabaster and without scar or blemish. I am not a brunette; my hair is black, but soft, smooth and straight even when long. I am Ashkenazim of Nordic and German decent. This shows in my face, my best. “Jane! Aren’t going to take your clothes?” I yelled after her.“Fuck you, John. How could you do that to me?”“Jane, I told you, I didn’t do it. I told you, the daughter you cheated on did it before I got home.” I said still holding out the gift card.“She hates me that much?”“Oh yeah. You felt a little of her hate when she hit you. If you want to feel even more stick around for about fifteen minutes and she’ll be home.”Jane took the Wal-Mart gift card and walked slowly out of the house.“John..