She was really falling for him now.Yet she had a sense of fear. She had peeked at the end when she first found the book, and she knew there was a love...scene coming up. She could not stop. But she knew that if she read further, she would make love to Mr. Carlson. Yet she felt compelled to continue on.*** Summer was afraid of what would happen next. The people in the town were all talking about her and Carlos. Some were jealous, others with a spite born out of hatred. "But I am a vivacious. Jo muje bahoot acchi lag rahi thi.phir mene jese hi apane aap ko mom ki aur firaya to mom so chuki thi.aur achanak meri najar mom ke kurate ke top pe nack se niche gayee.to meri aakhe khuli ki khuli rah gayee.mom ke nake se niche kurate me bahoot badi gap se muje mom ka ek boob aadhe se bhi jyada skin colour braa me pura upar niche sas leta dikhay de raha tha.yeh dekhte hi mera land ek dam kadak ho gaya.phir achanak mom apane aap meri aur firi aur apani ek moti jang meri jang par rakh di.Aur. My father was quite wealthy. I could remember my father having all kinds of parties. There were always lots of women around the house. He’d always have me call them “Auntie.” They were never my aunts though. Dad married and divorced so many times. He had a weakness for pretty women. He loved to entertain and would have parties all the time. Anybody who was anyone would attend his events. When I was older, I read about his interesting parties in the rag style magazines.My father was quite. He paid for the beverage and looked around for something interesting. He spotted an olive skinned, five-foot-seven, athletic guy with muscular thighs, a juicy ass, and light-brown spiked mohawk haircut. Jeffery smiled broadly at the dude and winked. The rent boy twirled over.“Hi there! How are you?” the Brazilian said in decent English.“Pretty good,” replied the visitor. “You?”“I am good, sir! Where you from?”“The States!”“I figured,” the guy laughed. “What part?”“Georgia.”“Nice! How long are.