.me kafi der ke bad gauv ja raha tha…kam ye tha ki muje mere grandparent jo waha rehte to usko kuchh chiz dene jana tha…to mere mummy ne muje wo c...iz subah dedi aur kaha tum ye chiz apne grandparent ko de aana…mene kaha ok,,,aur muje bola tumhe time mile tab chale jana…kyonki wo kahi bahar ja rahe the, to mene kaha ok…aap tension mat lo me chala jaunga apne kisi friends ke sath….fir wo chale gaye.. Me ghar par bethe bethe bore ho raha tha…subah ka time tha me kya karu…kyonki mera jo friend tha. The sobs were so heavy at that point that she couldn't say more. Marge took her in her arms and kissed her on the cheek several times amid words of comfort. Connie finally stopped crying and Marge provided some tissues to wipe her tears away."My son is an idiot", said Marge (an accurate characterization of the son). Most men would crawl through broken glass to have a lady like you" Connie seemed pleased with Marge's response."Mom, do you think my breasts are to saggy? Please be honest with me.". J. You were so good!” she whispers, running her hand over the stud’s heaving chest, delighting in the feel of his still rapidly pounding heart. “We did it for Chip, remember?” J.J. whispers in reply. “Oh yeah, this was all for Chip!” the blonde replies, embracing her stud even more tightly and laying her head on his sweat soaked shoulder. Saturday, June 18. “Two down, one to go!” J.J. enthuses triumphantly to his cousin as they hang out together Saturday evening. “I’ve been fucking Donna and. Diva continued, "seriously, I need Dick". Another co worker seemed a bit shocked by this statement but the rest of us took it in stride, typical Diva. I raised my eyebrow again at Ben, he pretended to look intently at his beer. Awhile later, calling it a day, she looked pretty tipsy so I offered to take her home (or she'd have caught a cab) While in the car, Diva in the backseat, I told Ben."Come on... I've really gotta see this!" He smiled and said Babe..really... I said, "Ben, she's so half.