Fir kya tension. Achha batao naa.Bhavna- achha baba. Ladkiyon ke wahan ek G-spot hota hai jise clittosris kehte hain. Wahi unka L hota hai.Main- wahan...��kahan?Usne ungli se apni choot ki taraf ishara kiya aur fir sharma kar apne haanthon se apne chehre ko dhak liya.Main- achha ladkon ka L dekha hai kabhi.Bhavna- nahi…(uska chehra bilkul gulaabi ho gaya tha.)Main – achha main tumhare liye ek cheez laya hoon.Bhavna- kya?Main- nahi..aise nahi..aankhen band karo aur haath aage karo.Bhavna- ok.Usne. Some members of the trumpet family even have two or more spit valves! My name is Ralph.” “Well Ralph, I’m looking for Harry.” Said Jimmy Craktcorn. “I must have the wrong number. Thanks.”“I suppose you wanted to talk to this Harry about the Moon Landing today.” Continued Ralph.“The Moon Landing was almost 40 years ago.” Said Jimmy Craktcorn “No” said Ralph. “It was today at 4:17:42 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time. Today July 20, 1969.” “Here its June 18, 2007.” Said Jimmy Craktcorn “I must have. Even if no one else knows, I know how little I have on.”“Do me a favor. Lift your pretty butt off the seat and pull your dress out from under you.”“Why.”“Please.” And she did as discretely as she could raise herself and pull her dress from underneath her butt.“Okay. Now, why did I just do that?”“As the night goes on, I don’t want you to have a wet spot on your dress. If you remained sitting on it, you might.”“What? What are you planning?”“Relax, honey, and enjoy the evening. This is some time. Both urinals were occupied, and Trish hesitated a moment, staring at the backs of two men taking noisy leaks.Kyle Newberry was at the sink, wiping himself with a paper towel. His t- shirt was off, lying across the top of the sink. He saw her in the mirror and he turned."Well, goddamn," he said, grinning. He'd put on some weight since high school. He was beefier now, and his chest was hairier than Trish had remembered from the days when she used to watch him and his friends playing shirts and.