Antonne..em naa pooku sairpoledaa’ andi..;aaahh…lanja nee puku mundu edi paniki raade.nee lanti pooku inko vadna pettu aite ilaane undaali’ anna...…’nee madda lechindo ledo ema kaavaalo choosikune baadhyata naade’…aammaaaaaa…ani arichindi..kinda na madda digindi lopala…”dengara dengara dengu…”cehppu mari evarni padukobedtaavo cheppu’ anna’mana officelo sridevi undi kadaa daani padukobedta..daani sallu pooku naalaage untaayi ‘ andi…’lanaja naa maddanu em cheyadalchukunnave illaa. “That's good,” Mother said, her eyes never leaving the television. “Are you sure you don't want to come back to England with me, dear?”“Yeah, I'm sure.”“When are planning on coming?”“EJ and I are coming on my birthday,” I told her. “Then we're going site seeing in Europe, remember?”“Oh yes, of course,” she said. “How does your father feel about that trip of yours?”“Well, daddy wasn't very happy about EJ coming along, but he'll live I'm sure,” I reasoned.“Are you excited EJ?” Mother asked. Dr. Timothy was wearing a sleeveless deep blue blouse with a closed ruffled collar which extended into her tight black skirt---ending about six inches above her knees. Sheer black stockings kissed the pair of shapely legs flowing into black four inch heels. The ruffles disguised what appeared to be well formed "C" cup breasts.Her nails matched her lips and her eye make-up was a light bronze with just a hint of blue. What caught my attention however was her bra. I could see it when she lifted. It seems more and more now likely that this was all dip and my sister’s fault. I hung there for about fifteen more minutes, then I went to look for everyone. Matt was showering in my parents’ floor’s shower, my sister was in my shower, and the girls were getting in their pajamas. Matt walked out as I headed down from the top floor. “God damn I’m horny.” He said.“They’re getting into pajamas, not looking good for you bro.”“I don’t think that’s bad. Maybe they’re extra skimpy or something.”“Go.