.seei..dhakka kha mai seetkaari. Apani garadan baye ghumaai..puchch. Wah mera baya gaal chum liya. Aur neeche se dhakka maara. Mai kari..seeeei. Bas i...i tarah ka kram chal pada. Chumban dhakka aur mera seesaata. Shuru me mai jhijhak rahi thi. Par jab mene dekha ki ise mera sisakeeya bharana achcha lag raha hai to mene bhi utsaah se seetkaarana shuru kar diya..seepuchseeeeeepuchchseeeeipuchchchchseeepuchchchsee eeeepuchchch.usake dhakko ka jor kramwaar jyaada,aur jyada,aur jyada se bhi jyaada. She had retained her girlish looks, although she had deep laugh-lines and her eyes wrinkled at the corners when she laughed or smiled. Her chatter was the most soothing thing conceivable, and I could listen to her talk for hours. To the world she was shy and unsociable, and I was the only person to whom she would bare her soul. She dressed invariably in blouse and skirt or short summer dresses. She never wore stockings, tights or trousers nor much make-up, but she liked jingly bracelets and. I was sorely mistaken however, because less then a minute later she rolled out of bed, flew into her clothes, and ran out the door.“Thanks Max! I got to go,” she called back, shutting my door and disappearing.To say that I was left speechless would be a total lie. I was left wondering what the fuck happened and why the fuck I’m the only one lying in this bed naked. The nudity would probably get me in trouble if Izzy came home so I quickly got dressed and laid back down on my sex scented bed.. "Mom said, "I told Sandy that she could have anything from this house she and Steve wanted, but aside from the sleeper couch and the desk, anything else that you might want is fair game." I'll think about that, but my house is pretty full now as it is. Maybe that Currier and Ives print you have in the living room, if Sandy doesn't want it. I remember it from when we lived on the farm."I said, "As far as we are concerned, it's yours."Mary yawned, and said, "I'll see you all in the morning,.