Aur khud mera hath apne tattoo wali jagah pe rakh diya. Maine tattoo ki tareef karte hue kankhajoore ko poora dekhne ke liye petticoat ko neeche khisk... diya, jo ki nabhi se 7-8 ungli neeche tak aa gaya. Ab usks poora pet chamak raha tha.Bina bhi meri haa mein haa milaye jaa rahi thi. Main tattoo ki baat pe hi hassi mazaak se dono ko hassa raha tha. Fir maine Alka se haste hue kaha-Me: Yaar ye kankhajoore ko bhojan tumhari nabhi ke andar se milta hai kya?Aur ye bol kar maine apni ungli nabhi ke. She'd almost never put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She squeezed the toothpaste from the top, and didn't put the cap on, either. And she had occasional fits where she'd try to decide everything for everybody. I just ignored that when it happened, and the girls learned to follow dad's method as they grew older, too. You pick your fights, and none of these rose to the critical level. I guess fucking around ten years ago, before we got married, was in that category, too.We fell into a. He then grabbed my hips and lifted me over the sleeping bag, with my helpless ass sticking straight up in the air and my body bent over at a perfect ass fuck angle. He then buckled the strap that had been threaded through the sleeping bag roll across the back of my waist. O then grabbed my ball sac and forced two pieces of wood around my sac and locked the contraption; the wooden pieces pressed hard against the back of my thighs. O must have gone somewhere to buy a 'humbler'. I then felt O's. Even if Mikey was willing toshare the soda, he could never admit it to anyone that he wanted to tryit. He'd die of shame first before he could ever admit how much he wantedto try it.Eventually, he stood in front of the refrigerator. Pulling it open andreaching for the bottle labeled Brutbeer, he poured a small four ouncesinto a measuring cup, poured it into an empty thermos, and stared down.The beverage didn't seem to be anything like he was expecting: A red sopastel it was almost just a shade.