Anyway, I will remove everything. Why are you getting ready?”She blushed with her cheeks turning red. She turned her face and said in a romantic ton..., “Hey Madhan, I am fully yours today. Do what you want with me” (Hey Madhan, naanu ivattu fully ninge kano. en beku maadko). I called, “Oye Mirchi,” and threw the jasmine flowers I had bought for her.She wore the jasmine flower over her hair with a naughty smile. I walked towards her. She got up from the chair with a burst of laughter. I touched. I took everything he offered me, and went only as far as I wanted.The flirting was a personality trait by the time I went to college. I had already been drinking wine at home by then. College was just an extension of my home life. I slept around and drank a lot of alcohol. I tried drugs, but never got involved in that scene. I wanted to be a cop. Cops drink alcohol and maybe smoke a little weed, but nothing more.So the rehab was always in my future, I just didn’t know when it was going to. ’ ‘You bastard!’ she spat out. Unperturbed, his mouth captured hers, his tongue invading her lashingly through the barrier of her teeth. He bore her backward until she was prone on the bench, his hand going under her skirt to caress her warm, smooth thighs, coming, finally to the softly curling genital mound. There he pulled down the front of her sheer panties and insinuated a finger into her moist, open slit. He found her tiny, enshrined clitoris and moved his finger on it, bringing the. ....The Perfect DumpEvery once in a while everyone experiences the perfect dump. It's rare but a real thing of beauty. You sit down expecting the worse, but what you get is a smooth sliding, fart-less masterpiece that breaks the water with the splash-less grace of an Olympic high-diving champion. You use the toilet tissue to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right in the world and that you are in perfect harmony with it.The Beer DumpNasty! Depends upon the.