Fir wo bola: Tujhe to main aaj itna chodunga, jitna tu apne pati se kabhi nahi chudi hogi.Mummy boli: Acha? Dekhte hai.Usne saree ke baad petticoat au... panty bhi utaar di, aur fir chut chaatna chaalu kar diya. Fir wo bola-Buddha: Itni badhiya chut maine zindagi mein nahi chaati. Iska swaad la-jawaab hai.Ye bolte-bolte mummy ka josh aur badh gaya, aur wo buddhe ko upar kheench ke kiss karne lagi. 1 minute baad buddhe ne mummy ke boobs choosne chaalu kar diye. 10 minute tak choosne ke baad wo. “Oh, my sweet baby girl, it feels like you may not want to be a girl after all ,” she gently said.“I’m sorry, Mom. I just can’t help what is happening, but I do really want to wear sexy girl clothes.”Mom kissed me lightly on my lips and whispered, “That’s okay sweetie, you can be Mommy’s little girl whenever you wish to be. But right now, we are going to have to take care of your boy parts.”Mom kissed me again, but this time she licked against my lips. I parted my lips, and her tongue entered. "Heavy smoke in the streets. Multiple calls from citizens and the fire suppression systems have been activated at that intersection. Some of the call-ins seem to think a vehicle of some sort is burning." A vehicle huh?" Lisa said, turning the cart around and flipping on the emergency lights. "That could be nasty if it's a delivery truck carrying chemicals or something." Yep," Brian agreed, reaching under his seat and pulling out his gas mask.In the enclosed environment of the Martian cities,. "I'll find a table," muttered the mother and strode off a few feet."So what about the museum?" You know the old paintings, realistic portraits and landscapes? And then there's the modern wing with crazy images, abstract and some without any subject at all. That's kind of what modern dance is like. It's still a painting. It's still canvas. It's still paint. But it goes off into altogether different directions." Mother says a monkey could paint some of those paintings." What do you think?" asked.