I did insist on leading the oxen over the crossing, but Elizabeth insisted that I wear a rope tied to the wagon while I did, since they almost lost me...to a swift current on a previous crossing.We began the crossing and I was soon glad that Elizabeth insisted on the rope. Several of the men fell and were carried away in the swift current until they managed to get to one of the two small islands in the middle of the river. Many of them were going to be sporting big bruises from hitting rocks, and. It was quite late that night; I don’t usually stay awake late at night but that day, I got busy with some office work after the dinner so didn’t get time to do dishes. I was thirty-nine years old, living with my nineteen year old only son Edward, but I called him Ed. Life was not going really well; I was working hard and so was Ed. He was studying and doing part time jobs to help me. Ed was a good son, he loved me and respected me, but there was one thing that I wished I would never talk about. ?GUUMMFF?! She mumbles.?Now, repeat the three movements in syncopated rhythm. GOOOOOO----Tongue-GUM-GOOOOO?. *****He can see her mind working on the last instruction for a few moments. She begins rhythmically extending her painted lips ?GOOOFF?, darting her tongue out and then dragging them back in along his shaft ?GUMMFF?. A tiny strand of saliva escapes from her mouth, hangs for a moment and then drips on her breast. He watches as she obeys. She shuts her eyes tightly and whimpers. He tells. Prasad’s finger was still in her navel, Amma laughed at him and took out his finger from her navel, and went to the washroom. She came back, sat down and bent down to take out the suitcase, her pallu fell revealing her beautiful footballs. All the 3 men were shamelessly bending and looking at her breasts. She opened the suitcase and neatly folded her bra and put it inside. Now everyone understood why she went to the bathroom. She innocently explained to them, that bra is very uncomfortable.