” He kind of blew it off and he started talking to me about practice and how excited he was about getting a full ride to UCLA due to the sport. As I...started to lather up and got to my dick, I caught him staring at it again. He said: “don’t forget to wash inside the skin before you start making cheese of your own.” He laughed. I didn’t find it very funny and kept a straight face. He noticed my mood and said he was just kidding. I then told him: “at least I don’t look like if my dick is about to. Mary orders two bottles of white wine. When she brings the wine she makes a point of bending over right in front of me as she opens it and pours the glasses. She wears a G-string behind the apron and not much is left to my imagination. She smiles and looks back at me. Marcy shoos her out and we clink glasses. The DJ announces the next dancer and we sit back for the show. The lights dim and fake silk flames come up from the stage Marie Laveaux by Bobby Bare starts playing. An olive-skinned woman. Today was Friday, his favorite day. It wasn't his favorite because it was the start of the weekend. Workdays, holidays, weekdays, weekends all were the same. Friday was special. "Every man needs something special," he reminded himself.There had been a time when Albert had many special things going on, but the years had stolen most of them. He retired—his job died; Martha died; his friends died; his strength and stamina did, too."Everything dies," he muttered to himself. He had a few special. Mien apni maan ko paisey bhejti rahi.Derzi is kamerey mien merey sath ab nahien rehat tha kiyoonkey us mulk ka kanoon tha ki pati patni key siwa koyee ikhatha nahien rah sakta. Us kamerey ka kirya bhi mujhey dena padrta tha. mien ney aik roj usi apni moti maliken sey bat ki to usney kaha ki tum idher hamarey sang aa jaow tumhara kiraya bach jaye ga.Mien ney woh kamera chodr diya aour unkey gher rahney lagi.Unka gher buhat hi sunder tha.Mujhey to yoon laga jaisey mienbhi koye rani hoon. Baqi to.