Osne apni palkhe jukae hue thi. Oski akhee bahut badi badi thi aur osne shaadi paheni hue thi kya lag rahi thi vo maine 10-20 min tak osse hi dekhta r...ha. Phir vo ghabrake boli, “kya hua saheeb, esse kyu dekh rahe ho?” phir mujhe hos aaya paya ke mera lund puri tarah se kadak hai. Maine ose kaha, “kuch nahi!” aur kaha, “tum kal subha aa jana.” Vo phir sir hilate hua chali gae. Oske jate hi maine sidha bathroom gaya aur jorse jhad diya. Etni jorse jhada ki mujhe chakar jese aane lage. Puri raat. Usually, I reply to "Hey", with "That is what horses eat." Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn't get it.The eighth message I received was from a guy whose profile was complete. He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics, he listed his age and what he was into. His profile said he was looking for guys that would like to master/dominate him and that he loves being a submissive bottom. His message to me was an actual paragraph asking me if I would be. He looked so cute in his nice white dress shirt, gray vest, red and green bowtie, and black slacks. Each of the three older children were dressed in their "Sunday best," as apparently was the tradition. The women all wore dresses and the men, me included, had dress shirts and pressed slacks. Pietro was handing out holly shaped bowties to each of us. The little red berries in the middle gave us all a very Christmassy look.I know this wasn't anything like a traditional Italian Christmas, but. Then finally after she revealed everything, she told she likes me and thus allowed my acts, I was jumping in joy inside but as if I was shocked I sat there staring at her and then the magic moment came, she invited me to her home after 2 and half weeks’ no one would be at her home and asked me to come then.I told okay, we left and from that day for the next 18 days we spoke spoke and spoke mostly about the D-day and how we have to go about and what to wear and our likes dis likes weak spots.