Personally, I think they enjoyed arguing as much as they enjoyed eating.George, Bob and I, along with several of the older kids, cleaned up afterwards...and then joined the younger kids out in the front yard for a game of kick ball. There were twenty of us, with the boys out-numbering the girls by two, but we had some older players and decided in favor of girls verses boys. With changing the rules and horsing around the game ended up being tied at twenty-two before Dad called us for homemade. “I want to stay here for a night. How much will it cost darling?” I asked her. She replied in a business like way “It depends upon the room you want to stay a/c or non a/c and the girl you want on your bed.”“I want a non a/c room and the girl……..” Before I could complete she interrupted by saying “If you want a Madrasi girl it costs 500 bucks including the room, if you want a Mumbai girl 800 bucks and if you want an Assamese girl 900 bucks so choose your baby.” I didn’t expect too high rate. “Do you like,” she said, drawing me up looking into my eyes. “Oh sorry “ I said then said “yes ,as a matter of fact I do” then took a drink of beer. “Go ahead you can touch them”she said then puffed up her chest, then smiled when my hand went into her shirt. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling, they were the firmest breasts I have had my hands on. She was still drinking her beer when she unbuttoned the last two buttons on her shirt. “These are beautiful “ I said as I opened her shirt for a. When I read everything about us, I was a little pissed. How would anyone feel knowing their sex life is getting posted for the world to see? But it also made me think about us. This is for Michael and I hope it turns out like I have dreamed it will. As I am writing this, he is getting ready to get on a plane to come and be with his daughter on her birthday so he doesn’t know this is what he will get to read when he arrives. Wish me luck!Michael. Before we became friends, I used to see you.