“My cunt wet Henry?” she demanded. He peered in to the warm blue black valley that she opened for him, holding her buttocks wide with both of her ...ands. Henry saw the flower pink inner petals of her steaming gash and indeed saw the bubbles of her juices gathered on the rim of the red hole beyond. “Yes Miss Wright,” he answered dumbly. “Stick your fingers in and put some of that wet on my arsehole,” she told him. “Then stick your cock in my cunt and fuck it hard.” Henry Clancy could take simple. Boss: Good. Toh aapko meri har baat sunani padegi.Main: Ji haan sir. Aap jo kahoge main woh karungi.Boss: Very good. Par kya tum ye baat abhi prove kar sakti ho?Main: Aap muze order dijiye. Main zaroor follow kar ke dikhaungi sir.Boss: Really?Main: Ji sir. Main aapko shikayat ka mauka nahi dungi.Boss: Thik hai. Aap khadi ho jaiye.To main khadi ho gayi. Woh muze dekh rahe the.Boss: Apne bare me batao.Main: Mera naam Neha hai. Main…Boss: Shut up. Apne badan ka description do. Detail me…Main ekdum. " Well Shirley and Maggie, they're similar enough sounding names," I contemplated."Sing it backwards so to speak, the last verse first."I laughed. "You're a genius." Of course," Molly replied smugly.I sang it as suggested with the sad ending of realizing absence would be permanent becoming the beginning and the hopeful verses at the beginning of the song ending it. It worked even better than I thought. We began working it deeper into the context of the production and added a counterpoint melody. They sat beside the tree and Shelly picked one out first, a small golden package with a red bow. Tearing off the paper revealed the Goldfrapp CD he had wanted.Reaching in back off the tree, Eric pulled out a large dress box covered in classic Santa's and silver ribbon. Unlike her husband who tore through the paper like a little kid, Shelly carefully peeled the paper back and opened the box.Inside was the gift Shelly had been dreading: the revenge gift for the bunny outfit she had gotten her.