Jab papa ghar par hote the to mummy ghar per nangi hi rehti thi .mummi ke bade bade boobs aur moti gand dhek dhek kar hum bhai aur behne badi hui thi....Papa ka lund 11″ lamba aur 3″ mota hai .garmi mein hum sabi ghar mein nange hi rehte hein yeh kahani jab shuru hui jab main saal ka tha.bhua ki seal papa ne todi thi. Jab bhua 18 saal ki thi tab papa ne bhua ko pehli baar ham sab ke samne choda tha. Hamre ghar mein yeh rule hain ki jab ladki 18 saal ki aur ladka 18 saal ka nahi ho jata woh chudai. “Of how we became rich, and how we’ve gotten everything we want.”“Is there a secret behind it?”“Antonella, do you know what this object is?”“It appears to be some sort of lantern.”“It’s so much more than that. Years ago I found this on the way home from work. When I rubbed it, something amazing happened.”“What happened?”“Antonella, I’m about to rub the lamp. I realise this may scare you, but I want you to promise me you won’t try to run away. Just trust me when I say it won’t hurt. TJ was able to openly discuss his mother and pointed out that officially he was the child of a widow; which statement succeeded in distracting the questioners.TJ raised the point that the fabric 'store' contained only six bolts of 'Rish linen, eight of yak wool, and one of black spider silk. He suggested a couple of the lower deck get together with Morg and look at establishing a store of fabrics apart from what the crew would purchase for private and or family use. The store would be. In the corner there is a chalkboard. It is dim filthy green and hangs neatly on the wall. Written across it in large, block letters letters is 'Malaise'. Beneath, in a smaller, less fluid script are the words 'An indefinite feeling of uneasiness, or of being sick or ill at ease.' "Leftovers," Penelope sighs. "A lesson for someone else." She is tall and slim now, wearing a gray dress that hangs from her body without contour or form. I turn and blink. I must be hallucinating again. This time.