. On the other wall is a dazzling array of the finest cigars and chocolates.Then the priest came in. I said to him: “Father, forgive me, for it’s ...een a very long time since I’ve been to confession, but I must first admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than it used to be.”He replied: “You moron, you’re on my side.”This is compliments of John A.Never ask a woman how she is doing when she is eating ice cream out of the carton.Why don’t I have any tattoos? for the same reason you. As she pulled the sash window down, she looked up and down the road for a moment. I was sure at that point she had seen me, but she didn't shout, or look twice, even.She returned into the room, and I was dismayed when I realised I could no longer hear anything. It was then that I made the bravest decision I have ever made. I stepped away from the trees, all the while looking up at the window, at made my way to her front door. My hand was shaking as I knocked twice, gently. Looking up at her. Yeh baat tab ki hai jab mai 17-18 saal ka tha.mere ander sex bahot machalta tha.mai school me chori se apni teachers ko har kone se dekh kar ghar aker nahate vwakat ya toilet me hand practice kar letta tha lekin apni behan ko kabhi is nazar se dekhta tha par ek din mai ghar me baitha padai kar raha tha to sath wale room me apni behan ko uski aheli se kuchh baate karte suna maine thoda dhayan se suna to vo kisi ladke ki baat kar rahi thi jo unhe college jatte waqt ghoorta rehta tha.meri behan. Me: I love you, Gowri.And I kissed. It took a while for her to realize I was kissing her, I guess. But I could feel lips widen out of a smile. She started kissing me back. We kissed, kissed, and kissed. Our tongues were playing with each other’s mouths. We started embracing each other tighter and tighter.It was turning into a series of kisses, and both of us didn’t want to back down. My hands were roaming around her back area. She held my head so tight with her hands. We both didn’t want this.