‘I’m home.’ The cricket match had ended, and Mohan, having lost, had dashed straight home. ‘Over here, son,’ the old man replied from the l...ving room and laid the Bhagvad Gita upon the bedside table. Mohan ran straight into his arms, like an arrow to its target. For as long as he could remember, his ‘Grampa’ had been his only family. He did not have a Mummy and Daddy like the other kids, but his Grampa was the best, he didn’t scold him like the other parents did their kids. ‘Wash your face?’. The exercise training regime continues today to increase her level of fitness.Jenny's RecollectionsAt the start of today, I'm feeling strange. I can hardly believe that I consented to them piercing my tongue and my septum but I can feel the stud in my mouth and the ring in my nose every time that I move my tongue or shake my head. The piercings feel a little sore. Not painful just — well — there. It's more than that though; more than the physical discomfort. I'm left wondering what they are. I rolled away from her, the smell of her cunt on my face, the taste of her still thick on my lips and tongue as I savored it, licking myself, smelling my fingers before licking them off. I looked over, her eyes wild, her expression stark in ways I had never seen her look before. Kris had just climaxed a countless number of times, there was no denying her satisfaction, and though her body might have found its completion, her spirit, mind and soul had not. Slithering up between my legs, I felt. “Dude, what is wrong with you? That was an easy shot!” Jake shouts in the headset. “I’m gonna have to pause this,” Danny growls before grabbing Meg and pulling her into a rough kiss that has her swooning. He drops the remote to his side and leans back on the couch, “Strip for me,” he commands, ignoring the fact his headset is still connected to his friends. “Dude, seriously? He’s banging his girl,” Max, the other friend, grumbles in his ear, yet Meg hops off the couch and hurls her shirt over.