I guess my brother was not preparing that much for his marriage as we were preparing.Just a few days before the marriage when I was leaving Delhi I re...oved all hair from my chest..My ass and my thighs. Part of my arms and legs I kept as it is and bought a pair of arm and leg stocking to cover it up during my suhagraat.Day of the marriage came we had all the dance and drinks and I was waiting for the night. Around 10 o clock when everybody was finished I told my parents that I am going to sleep. She said she was sorry that she forgot to tell me, but that Paolo had found her walking around and that they had started talking and finally he invited her to his yacht again. She, of course, declined, but they were having dinner in a restaurant. My jealousy could not be compared to my feeling of helplessness and rejection, so I only said coldly: "You can go wherever you want. I trust you. I don't feel like going out right now" and hung up. She didn't call back and I fell asleep about 15. Then she lifted her petty coat up to thighs and said I need your tongue help?? Oh it is interesting... I need really. She came near to my mouth and kissed passionately .she asked me to show my tongue first. I opened my mouth and showed my tongue...She kissed my tongue and sucked. She said she has deep intention to be tongue fucked but her husband not interested. Now she is planning to take all her desires from me. I am lucky fellow. She felt on the bed and she opened her legs wide. Oh what a. Sztáray opened her dress, cut Elisabeth’s corset laces so she could breathe. Elisabeth revived somewhat and Sztáray asked her if she was in pain, and she replied, “No”. She then asked, “What has happened?” and lost consciousness again.The simpler version has always seemed more likely to me. The second one seems like an attempt at publicizing the names, even the name of the lake steamer. Sztáray is said to be writing her memoirs, which will certainly be detailed and hagiographic.My uncle was yet.