It's a restaurant, with the bar upstairs. We call it the Jazz Club, although it's officially named after its location. It's in a wonderful old Antebel...um house, with dark wood paneling, high ceilings and a rich, tasteful ambiance.I like it there because it's got a nice selection of single malt Scotch, and they allow cigar smoking in the bar. I don't actually like cigars--smoking them or being around the smoke--but I do like my pipe. The Jazz Club is one of the few places where I can be. He had certainly come. He felt the wetness at his groin. Did she know?“Jack, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?”“Uh, sure, Mom.” said slowly. He lifted himself awkwardly off the bed.“And clean yourself, too”. He looked backed at his mother still sitting half- naked on the bed. She gave him a wink, which made tingles travel down his spine.He closed his mother’s door behind him; and now felt very alone and confused.Jack checked on Bobby who was still sound asleep. He fixed some. Ethan had seen me in a towel only before but now it was ... different."Um ... Ok well I'm going to go ahead..." He paused and cleared his throat. "I'm going to take a shower now." He sounded nervous."Ok," I replied and stepped aside to let him in. I turned to face him and we stared at each other for a few seconds. Deep down in my really dirty mind I kept hoping he'd ask me to join him but I quickly snapped out of my fantasy and headed off to my room.Once in bed, I wore only my short gray cotton. 32-28-34 hai. Aur vo hamedha slim fit t-shirts pehti hai jismese uske sab curves bohot hi ache se dikhte hai. Use dekh kar to koi bhi use chodna chaega.Me pehli hi mene nancy ki behemn se brkup karlea h aur me abhi nancy k mulat me uske husan ka divana hogaya tha aur use frndship badha li thi aur hum roj whatsapp pe bate karne lage aur hum dhire dhire bohot hi ache dost ban gaea. . Nancy mujse sari bate share karne lagi hum sab tarah ki bate karne lag gayea thi per aaj tak humne kabhi sex ki.