. majhe bagh.. he aai jhavade jhavun jhavun 36 che 38 karun takle. Deven dabat nahi ka?? Cholat nahi chokat nahi??Lina: Nahi na, tyala pan chote watat...t.. karto pan sodhun deto.. Jhavto pan kachakach.. pan ball mule thoda udas hoto..kay karaycha khush karayla samjhat nahi mala.Mom: Silicone, silicone transfer karun ghe.. implant kartat ani ball size vadhat doodh pajayla pan kahi problem nahi hot tasa tar..Lina: Karta yeil?? Kiti divas lagnar?Me: Ek divas.. eka divasat operation hota.. next day. This morning, for instance. We kneel round his bed, and we hold his head and we are so sad. No one would believe about Julian. No one would believe we could have done such a thing. They would say we were faux necromancers. And that would not be true. But it is true, we’ve lied to him for some time now. It’s the only way we could keep him with us, for the lie must always continue. As do ours. We are more selfish than Julian. I dreamed it up. He would have gone mad if he had known the truth.. Today everything would be perfect and he had all the time in the world.In the bedroom he placed the package on the bed and lifted the cover. Nestled in the pink crepe paper were the items he had chosen for this night: a pair of pink satin panties with a touch of white lace on the waist band and a sheer white teddy with pale pink frilled edges. His cock throbbed just looking at them. He stripped off his work clothes dropping them on the floor, never taking his eyes off the items on the bed. He. About an hour and a half after dusk, a winded Trent appeared at the cave entrance with an unconscious Greg in his arms."Oh God what happened to him," Mrs. Miller asked?"Exactly what I said would happen. He got too cold and passed out in the snow," Trent replied."Is he going to be alright," Becky asked?"I honestly don't know," Trent replied in a worried tone of voice."Becky, come help me get him out of these wet clothes. Mrs. Miller, please spread out one of those blankets I grabbed from the.