"It's not quite a gift John." he smiled, I looked at my wife's face and realised there was something else."Tommy has a recording studio at his home in...Jamaica, he wants me to record an album a year for the next five years." You wrote some of the songs in her act didn't you?" About a dozen or so, why?" Because they're damn good songs, Johnny, her audiences like them, I also own a record label and distribution company, I want five albums each with at least ten songs on it over the five years, but. My husband Jim and I came to Canada right after World War Two. Jim served in the Army as an engineer, and when he was demobilized after the war, we married and emigrated. We had met during the war. I was in the ambulance service then, and we met in London. Unfortunately, Jim was sent to India right after we met, so I didn’t get to see him again until after the war ended. We depended on letters to each other to keep us going. After he came home we started dating again, and when we got some money. Those tankers still had milk in them. I sucked them both dry.Then I took her legs and had them above my shoulders. I took my dick and started rubbing it against maami’s pussy. I was teasing her by not entering her. She was getting impatient and telling me to fuck her soon. I still didn’t put it in. She got angry.Maami: Honya, lakh me jaldi natte wanai be maamas. (Fuck me you dog, else I will tell your mama!)Me (smiling): Kya wanhas? Me lakhnaewi emis ati. (What will you tell him, that you got. Judy, Susan, put on your matching dresses. Susan, put on your new prom dress. Fix your hair and faces girls, then come downstairs. Darla Anne, come into my bedroom. Oh, Susan, give me the gloves that you bought to go with this dress. Thank you dear." I followed her down the hall feeling wonderful with the new height that was provided by the shoes. Mom told me to sit down at her makeup table and she went to work on my face. First she removed the makeup that Gina had put on. Then, .