Main apne chehre par sharam aur danto se nichle honto ko kaat boli: Jaise ki… kis tarah ki baate woh kar leti hai tumse, bataona.Tushaar: Jaise ki�... khoob sari kisse hote hai.Main: Hmm, koi ek kissa aisa bataona jo shayad tumhe lage main bilkul nahi jaanti.Tushaar: Hmmm… ok… kabhi… anal sex ke bare mein jaani ho?Main bilkul anjaan banti hui boli: Enal? Woh kya hai?Tushaar: Main jaanta tha ki is bare mein tumhe kuch nahi pata hoga. Par dekho bataunga lekin galat mat samajhna mujhe.Main chaahti. His luxuries in life were a great dinner and a good beer every once in a while. Although he monitored his weight meticulously, he loved cooking and often tried out new recipes. Friday nights were reserved for dinner or a movie, or if he and his wife were feeling adventurous, a drink at the local bar. On weekends, his routine varied slightly. He would do chores instead of heading off to work as he normally did. Saturday mornings were reserved for his floors. He did them every week without. I wish I had been able to deliver the ring to you personally, but the fact that you are reading this letter says that things did not go as planned. Always remember that I love you, dear boy. Grandpa Ethan Tom reread the letter, trying to make sense of all that it said. After a third reading, he felt like he had a tenuous grasp on some of what the letter hinted, but still found it hard to believe. After all, weren’t magic rings things that only appeared in fantasy stories? Still, Tom could not. Then as she pulled my tee shirt over my head she asked “Do you like my lingerie? Its your dad’s favourite”Mom climbed on to the bed, her back to me, kneeling with her ass sticking out only the tiny lace thong covering her. “Do you want an invitation, or are you going to be a man?” I moved forward and placing my hands on her hips I leaned in and started kissing her ass. She moaned in appreciation as I kissed and sucked on her soft butt. Her skin was soft as I explored her body with both hands as.