Mom taught me to make pancakes that year, so the tradition has become that I cook breakfast on Christmas morning. Today I started cooking around eight... I was halfway through the batter I’d made and the sausage was nearly done when Mom came into the kitchen in a robe.“Merry Christmas, John,” she said as she hugged me. “Thanks for starting the coffee.” It was a joking reminder that I used to forget to turn on the coffeemaker while I was cooking. I remembered after the first two years, but she. 2-3 din ke baad bua unke sath mili ur unke sath soi par dadaji samajh ke.Toh ab boh kese kare soch rahe the.Par kuch nahi tab boh na chah te hue bhi bua ko pyar karne loga.Boh bua ko love sayari bheja.Your love letter bhi.Par bua pehle kuch nahi bola.Par usi din shyam ko boh job roe rahi thi.Me (uncle booby) jakr samjhaya.Ur use apni pyar ka propose kiya.Bua hock hoke dekhi.Ur haan kardi.Usi raat job tum(bua ke grandpa) soi the.Tab woh aake hamre bitch soi.Usko maine aahista aahista touch karke. Usko bed me patak kar uske uper aakar unhe janwaro ki tarah kiss karne laga…ummmm ..ek hath mene uske boob par rakha or kiss karte karte uski neck par kiss karta kabhi katta or halke haaton se uske nipples uski nighty ke uper se hi masalne lagauski ohhhhhhhhh aaahhhhh ummmmmm ki awazen nikalne lagi..or kehne lagi kha jao aaj tum mujhe…. pata nahi kab se kisi se ese nahi chua heme uski neck par kiss karta hua uske ears ke paas pohcha fir uske lips par kiss karte hue uski night utarne lagat. She didn’t even mind me interrupting her with new requests like more toast, or another boiled egg. I could do the basics, but I didn’t really enjoy cooking and it was so much nicer to just ask for what I wanted and get Amanda to do it. I could definitely get used to having my own little kitchen elf, and it seemed to make her happy, too. She looked at me with a satisfied smile as I ate her food and complimented her on it, so both of us seemed to enjoy the arrangement.Her phoned beeped and she.