_You think to yourself as you walk through a pink door held open by the woman in white and into a luxurious room. The room is massive, with pink walls...filling up your vision, ornaments of swans and snowflakes hang from the ceiling, lighting up the room with a ghostly pink, the bed, oh my the bed, is a massive pink heart, adorned with blankets and pillows that are heavily perfumed with a feminine scent. "Can't say much for the color pallet but everything else is absolutely lovely." the woman. Ya want a drink?’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘I don’t think so’ ‘Ok.’ Is all she replied and she rose from the couch and walked toward the kitchen. I stood there for a moment listening to her steps retreat down the hallway, thinking about Mom’s predicament. After a second I got an idea and said, ‘How about going for a ride with me. I was thinking about a taking a short spin on the Sportster. How about packing behind me?’ ‘I don’t know dear.’ She said over the clink of ice on glass, ‘I haven’t been on a. Meri Papa ke Dost ki Ladki ka naam Sweta hai wo 22 saal ki hai. Aur uski figure to aisi thi ki pucho mat. Wo bahut hi sundar hai, ekdam gori chitti lumbe lumbe kale bal, height kareeb 5’5″ aur figure 36-25-38 hai. Uska figure mast hai. Hum dono ghar se bahar Agra mein ek hi room mein rah kar padhte the.Maine room mein padane ke liye kuch gandi kitabein rakhi hui thi. Jo ek din Sweta ke hath lag gayi. Isliye main apne lund aur wo apni choot ki pyas nahi rok sake. . Wo boli mai hi tumari wife ban. She is not a fidgeter, but when she's nervous, she chews on her lip. Like my wife used to.I could tell that she had played this conversation out in her head several times already, but was now coming up blank. After a false start or two, and a deep breath, she finally spoke."What was my dad like?"Steadying myself against the kitchen counter, I let out a deep, sorrowful sigh. I, too, had played out this conversation in my head several times. Actually several hundred times, if not thousands.This.