This was supposed to be a big step.Yawn.Most were fairly tame, or if explicit, long on build-up, and short on context. Take one of the ones that was i...credibly popular on the internet. It was what they called a "Creampie Compilatyion". Now excuse my ignorance, I had to have "creampie" explained to me. For thosw qho son'r knoqthe term is derived, apparently, because a woman's pubic bush is shaped like a piece of pie, and if there's come in her pussy, then the pie is creamy, or creampie. There. Uncle or aunti ko namaste ki or fresh hone chale gye jab me nahane ke liye bathrm pe gyaTab v bhabi ke bare me soch rha tha or bhabhi ke naam ki muthmari fresh hone ke bad bhaiya aay bulane khana khane ko hum niche aay khana khaye or sabhi log beith ke bate kane lage or me bhabhi ko dkh rha tha bhabhi v kbi kbi dkh leti thi raat ke 11baje sbhi sone chale gye vicky to sote hi so gya or mera neend ur gya tha sari rat krbat batalta rha or kb neend aai pata nhi chala subha utha fresh huye nashta ki. "But you do still like, um, other stuff, I hope!" I slid my hand down to cup her firm little breast. She sighed and pushed against me."Um-hmmm!" Good. I'm hungry." What do you want to - EEEK!"Her shriek was surprise. I scooped her into my arms and stood, carrying her awkwardly - my pants were still around my ankles - into the bedroom. I dumped her onto the waterbed and then fell alongside her."Sir, are you going to ravish me?" she whispered in her best Georgia peach tones. She lay with her arms. One Saturday evening, much like the big one I’ve described, we were once again sitting, on my couch this time, smooching, talking, loving, when I felt the time was right. ‘Dana,’ I said, very softly, ‘would you be my wife?’ She leaned her head back, she was grinning as she said, ‘Wondered what took you so long.’ We kissed again, a brief peck. She said, ‘You know what today is, don’t you?’ I shook my head. ‘Thirty-two days ago yesterday, we had our little talk,’ she said, her eyes sparkling, a.