Then she said, very casually, “Oh, Ram is coming?” I was hard again. She now started to refer to Ram only by squeezing buttocks. This was too much...When I was speaking to him on the phone later that day, she playfully squeezed her bums to me with a mischievous smile. That evening I told her to wear those shorts which she had worn during our honeymoon. That was one of my signal to her that I needed sex.She asked me, “Why that short?”I said, grabbing her ass, “He is coming now!”She asked, “Is it. He was nude. Stripped. Butt ass naked, just like me. I stopped flopping my dick around but didn’t take my hand off it. I also didn’t try to cover it up. I just looked at him, waiting for him to say something.Instead he walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. I spread my arm, the one that wasn’t occupied with my dick, out in a welcoming way. He lay down and snuggled up to my side, bent down and removed my hand from my dick, took it in his hand and put it in his mouth. A feeling like a sweet. I say mine’s a Victorian face: but post-modern too. I’ve got a labret piercing, the smooth round ball setting my mouth off like an exclamation point, neat, steely, decisive. And a pierced eyebrow, a steel banana bell in my right brow, to set off my sarcastic little eyebrow-arching fits just so. I’m very happy with them. Maybe it sets other people off, so what? Nobody complains to my face, at least with the parents at a distance. If you ask me why I have my piercings, I won’t tell you the truth–. Maine socha wo majak kar rhe h, but phir wo boli ke kya tum karogey, maine majak me haa kar de wo phir kuch piche hut gyi or chup chap baith gyi. lekin m garam ho gya tha or sex to nhi but kiss karna chahta tha maine us se kha ke kya m tuhey ek kiss kar sakta hu, wo kuch nhi boli or bus smile kar de. maine us k balo me hath dal k kiss karna suru kar diya, mujey bahut mja aa rha tha. ye meri life ka first kiss tha.Pehle maine uska uper ka lip apne honto me le liya or apna niche ka lip us k hotoo.