Mene badaye to doodh nikalna shuru hua or adhe see jyada glass nikal Chuka Tha to wo boli ki Lo pilo doodh. Mene piya or kya tasty mitha doodh Tha maz... hi as gayaa. Uske baad Chachi boli ki Kya tum Meri nahane mein madad karoge mene kaha theek hai to wo boli ki Chalo mere kapde nikalo to men almirah se uske kapde nikale phur wo boli ki bra panty ka section wo raha wahan se apni man pasand color ki bra panty nikal lo to men pink vali nikali. To jab mein use wo bra panty de raha Tha to wo boli ki. Or must I call you Mr. Tomlinson?"There was an outburst of laughter from the studio audience, again unprompted."All right, Amanda, then," he soldiered on stoically. He was unaccustomed to guests taking over so quickly on what was, after all, his show. Still, this, he reminded himself, was Aman­da Meiersdottir. He moved to regain control. "Amanda, it's my great honor to have you here tonight." Applause again erupted, to his annoyance. He continued over it even as the sign again pleaded for. But I thought he would want to kiss her again. After all, she was so lovely and now I knew how good she could kiss, he would surely want to experience that again.How did I feel about it though? Was I happy to watch while another man, albeit older and wiser, was kissing my girl and fondling her breasts? Strangely it didn't seem to upset me at all and I didn't feel jealous, just grateful.We spent over an hour practising our new kissing technique, but with her breasts exposed to my naked gaze and. Shaking these thoughts from my mind, I returned to the house. I needed to feed the dogs.I again fed the girls first. Fern was still in heat and Jack was pacing up and down the fence edge wanting to get to her. I stood to the side of Jack's gate and watched him. Memories of what happened filled my mind. A light breeze fluffed my dress out and a cool air brushed across my skin.I didn't notice Jack walking up to the gate. And I do not remember unlatching it either.My mind jerked by to the present.