Meine bola aapka pet bahut naram hai, hans ke boli accha toh miyaji ko pet naram lag raha hai? Haath lagana hai fir se?Mein sharm se bola nahi nahi, u...ne haath pakad ke apne pet pe rakh liya aur dono sone lage,mein haath firta raha pet pe, 10min baad laga ki wo so gayee tab dhire se nabhi mein ungli daala bahut hi gahri aur gaddedar thi, usne turant hi mujhe pakad liya aankh kholte hue aur narazgi se boli, nabhi mein ungli kyun daali? Mein sakpaka gaya aur sorry bola, boli nahi tu ungli daala. His brothers got smart and would choke him to make him let go of them. That didn't always work though. A little thing called groin contact normally got the better of them. He broke a friend's leg at school one day when he was in the second grade playing tag. A few years later when he was in the eighth grade he broke a friend's arm playing flag football. Even though he was street smart, the other students left him alone just because they were afraid he would hurt them accidentally.One winter day. This was of no importance to him... “I hope you do not feel the urge to visit them, dear husband.”“No, I do not. I shall certainly have too much work to waste on such frivolous things. Besides, my bed is never lonely.”“No, it never shall be, my husband, but you must retire to it earlier. You stay up too late and are often gone when I awake. I am concerned that you work too hard, and have troubled sleep.”“That cannot be helped, my wife. I have many responsibilities. They weigh on me.”“Please,. This seemed to have made her angry and she raised her hand. My reflexes reacted and I grabbed her wrists, pressed her against the wall, and asked what the fuck was wrong with her. We were standing in the hall across from the bathroom and my body pinned her to the wall while I held her hands above her head.She tried to struggle from my grasp and kept moving against me. I knew she was wasted and didn't want her to hurt herself. She looked up at me and wailed, "You left my fucking party! You're my.