Aapko bore na karte hua sidha story par aate hai… To first part mein aap logon ne padha kaise maine sapna ki choot maari.. Jinhone nahi padha to pls...first part padhiye or b maja ayega..Us raat ke baad jab hume time milta mein uski chudai karne pahunch jata…Ek din ki baat hai main sapna ki choot chus raha tha..Or wo chilla rahi thi aaahhhhh jaaan n our jor se mmm aa aaaaahhh aaaahhhhhhhhh pls or jor se chuso aah aaahhhhh aaahhhhhh m cumming m cuummmg .. Or fir wo jhad gyi mein uska sara paani. Then we began to drink. I went to washroom as I was out and was feeling Pukish. When I came out, day both were not there. I heard deep kissing from the kitchen and the door was closed. I was totally in shock. All my alcohol got evaporated with my sweat. I thought lets see whats happening there.We got a back door of kitchen which opens up in our garden. I thought that might be open and yes it was. I saw those 2 kissing like anything and Khalid was pressing her butts. He ran his hands in her top. For example, "set in stone". "dead as a doornail". "every Tom, Dick, and Harry".Anyways, the main point of this is, along with many many others, one idiom that got made is "What's the magic word?" Something most of us probably heard at a young age when our parents reminded us to say "please" when asking for a chocolate cookie. Unfortunately, we've been doing it wrong. There's bound to be mistakes during a language's early stages. As I recently found out, the magic word isn't "please". Here's. Here I am. A man of 53 years. Brought to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the neighborhood. The boys and girls running around and playing until dark was coming. Carefree and no worries about strangers lurking in the shadows. They were there. They just hadn't visited our lives yet.No, I will write about the night my mom was done. She packed all of us kids up. Put us into the car. We were leaving. The sins of the father had pushed her to.