Re: my perhaps inclusion in the Advertising Industry’s Whose Who. It could happen someday, I will go so far as to say that.)Now, it’s not all glam...ur and three martini lunches. In fact, no martinis; the Gibraltars are devouted Mormons. So ... tact, delicacy, discretion, that’s my middle name. Or, names, for you technocrats.The account manager herself, Louise Lane, is what you might call old school. In fact, I do. She told me, for some reason gritting her teeth, “Birdie, I’ll let you meet the. "I wonder if Jackson'll give her apartial refund or somethin'. Or a credit on her next, uh, purchase. WasConnie gonna call for you again?"Tyler swallowed some coffee. "Call for me?" Yeah. As in, set up another date with you. To do all that stuff youwere supposed to do today but didn't have time for. Wasn't she doin'some kinda science project with you? Observin' you, or whatever?" Oh, right," Tyler said. "Um... yeah, I don't know if she wants to seeme again. Maybe. I don't know how long she'll. This is Sharaf Ali from Calicut telling you this story of my sex links with my sexy mother in law. I am a soft ware engineer in staying in Bangalore, with my wife Rathi, who also is a soft ware engineer. Ours is an inter-caste love marriage, as Rathi is a Brahmin. This happened last month when my Mother In Law came to stay with us in Bangalore. My wife Rathi is really a sex goddess in bed. We used to have multiple sex nights, but due to the nature of our profession, we don’t get many free times. With the slightest lean forward my mouth met her wet pussy lips. I sucked in some of her juice. I savored the taste, pulled back, and announced, "Tastes like you Andrea." I know," I heard her say as I felt her behind me pushing my head forward and pulling my robe down off my shoulders. As I lapped at this very wet pussy I thought, not only do they taste alike but they flowed alike. I could drink at either fountain of love and never grow thirsty. Andrea was groping at me trying to get past.