She stopped singing and was concentrating, her teeth digging into the flesh of her lower lip. Then she heard it. Off in the woods, on a bench she had...never seen, or at least never noticed, and truth be told she’s never seen again, though every June 22nd she looks, there was a man, strumming a guitar. He was looking at her, intermittently, but mostly just eyeing his guitar. She shifted her ass on the swing again, this time with intent. She was desperate now to come. With effort, she could make. Roz roz chudvate hue ab aadat ho gayi hai..bahout din se man kar raha hai..par us kamine rishabh ke paas nahi jaungi..me-to ungli kar lesonal-ab itni patli ungli se kya maza aayegame-to bole to mombatti la du koi moti sisonal-nahi bhaiya jo maza asli cheez me hai vo mombatti nahi de sakti..Maine socha ki mauqa hai aaj apne dil ki baat keh deta hu..me-sonal ek baat bolu, bura to nahi manegi..sonal-aapne mujhe kabhi roka toka nahi..hamesha mera sath diya..bhala aapki baat ka bura maan sakti hu. Today, we have three stories from three different readers that I want to share. ReiDeBastos sent this one: One evening when my first wife and I were in our early thirties, we took our three children (ages 5, 7 and 8 years old) out to a local restaurant for dinner. We usually did this a couple of times every month, to various restaurants. I have always been very big on manners (something my mother had instilled in me from a young age), and had passed that tradition down to our kids. They were so. Seething.He had every right to be angry. I couldn't imagine him (I didn't want to imagine him) anymore angry than he was right now. I don't know what angered him more: the red welts across my ass, my cum splattered breasts, or my inability to explain any of it.Earlier today I was baking for Bill's birthday. He loves chocolate chip cookies. I was surprised to discover that I was out of sugar, so I headed next door to Beth and Mike's. In the year since they moved in next-door, Beth and I have.