At best, this might become an annual event. And at worse, a lot of people will have fun and be introduced to your works.”He said it was a great idea... and asked about shirts. “Well, I will have to check. But I bet if we sold a shirt that commemorate the event with sponsor logos they would allow it, so long as the profits go to the club.”“Oh, we can do that. Don’t worry, we have a PR budget for that. And I bet I can talk to some others about sponsorship. Any ideas on what to call it?”“I was. We avoid drinks at my home as my wife and children do not like it. Sometimes Vidya use to join us with Vodka and after couple of pegs she turns so sexy that it becomes difficult to hid the erection of my 9″ cock. I think she had observed this many times and she gives a very naughty smile and I find it very difficult to understand the meaning of that smile. Even after two years Vidya was not getting conceived and that had become a problem for them and one day during our drinks session, Suresh. The more I thought about it, though, the more I wanted to see it happen.Anyway, onto the story…..Anne and a friend of ours, Helen, had just come back from a day out horse riding. Helen had come back to our house to collect something or other, any excuse to stop and chat.Helen began to tell us how one of the horses at the stables had to be operated on. In order to carry it out they gave it a special d**g so the horse would be knocked out completely and not remember anything when it woke up.Anne. Aunt Jane's familiar script read, "Lunch is in the frig. Bring it up to the deck, and let's eat."I opened the refrigerator door, and sure enough, a tray was laden with sandwiches, chips and soda cans. I dropped my knapsack to the floor and slid the tray from the refrigerator. Closing the door with my heel, I turned toward the stairs. Taking the stairs one at a time, I was careful not to spill or drop anything from the tray. I entered my bedroom to obtain access to the deck.Aunt Jane was fully.