Main– papa batik o badme pyar karna pahle patni ko to choke pel karo.Papa– tu bhi to mari bati hai…ab biwi banagi…thek hain main taiyar hoke a...a hun…Papa room se nikal gaye..rani mare gale lag gaye aur bole mujhe aaj naye mammy mil gaye….main bahut khosh hooo…Main– tera baap tujhe atchi trah chodega…ab ja mera pahli chodaye ka intijam kar.Adha ganta bad papa aur main mari sadi ke jaga baithi papa nai mujhe mangal sutra phanai aur hum dono nai sath fare liye…….Aur mari bhan nai mujhe papa ke. "Hi, Mom. It's good to see you again; I didn't expect you'd be dropping by again so soon." So, I'm told," Mrs. Reed returned coolly, glancing at Jahn and Jen, who were busy setting the table. "I just had to meet this young man you spoke so enthusiastically about. Imagine my surprise."While the sisters had made it an unspoken rule to not be in the house for each other's "dates", Fiona knew perfectly well what her mother was referring to, and wisely didn't ask, though she did shoot her sister a. Also, the follow piece has its' fair share of dangling participles and a whole caboodle of hyphenated words.Another note to the prospective reader: The following story was based on a fairly simple, though admittedly far fetched premise and was allowed to evolve on its' own, surprising your most humble and obedient surrealistic wordsmith with some of the twist and turns it took as it did so.And yet another tiresome note to the prospective reader: The following story contains sexually explicit. We were about the same build and height so everything fit. then i put on this very short and tight black dress she had, very sexy, i tried it on and stood in front of the mirror, i posed real pretty. i messed up my hair real sexy and pouted. then i wondered what i’d look like without undies, mmm, so i took them off and i turned around and saw my cute butt cheeks in the mirror, poking out of the dress a little, sweet! ha ha, yep, i looked cute. i kept that dress on, and my panties off and laid.