What a load of rubbish! There isn’t anything you should be so embarrassed about that you can’t tell your good old mom.”“You’re not ‘old’...mom.”“You are a charmer, aren’t you? Now, tell your mom what’s got you so embarrassed that you can’t talk about it.”“I’m not sure where to start.”“How about from the beginning?”Maybe, just maybe, this was a chance to get mom on my side. At the very least and with any luck, I would be able to create a believable excuse for my behaviour. I had pretty much. " She looked imploringly into my eyes, "I will probably fight you, but you must promise me right now that regardless of anything ... you will get me away from him."Solemnly I leaned into my wife and kissed her on the lips and then said, "I do solemnly swear to do as you have just requested."Jennifer stood up and immediately pulled her shirt over herself, "I better get out of here and downstairs with the kids before Mister Gabe comes storming in." She smiled and said to herself as she turned to. Kuch der bad maine uski tshirt ke uper se hi doodh pina suru kiya or dusre hath se t shirt utha di or bra ke uper se use masala or masalte maslate uski t shirt utar ke bra ke uper se inmo nichoda or lip kiss ki. Phir maine uski jaean ko uttar ke use bra penti main kiya or bed pe le gya or uski bra ko uttar ke unka ras pan karna suru hiya or ek hath uski chut pe pherna chalu kiya wo machalne lagi or maine use nanga lar diya. Phir maine use apna lund chusne ko kah par wo nahi mani poar mere. Elisa walked into the Brass Tap Pub, which was clearly a product of a bygone era. The floor was littered with cigarette butts and nut shells, the air was rife with smoke and the stench of stale beer and urine. Against her better judgement she sidled up to the bar and sat down on the only stool that wasn't covered with Duct Tape. "What can I get ya?" the Bar Tender asked. Elisa flashed back to the previous night and her liason with....what's his name, this barman was his complete opposite. .