Bowing his head, he said, "I shall tell them to embrace what people have in common and to ignore the differences." Go forth and spread the word, Druid...Oscar Meyers," the voice said."Thank you," Oscar said. He turned and left the church.Oscar was followed out the door by the Priest. The Priest grabbed his arm and asked, "What do you think he meant?"Turning to look at the Priest, Oscar smiled and answered, "It is not my place to interpret the words of the God you serve. If someone asks me what. ” as a follow up. But at least it established who I am.At this point in time, I’m not sure of her reaction – having just met her, and being nervous as hell, my reading of her emotions isn’t exactly worthy of a circus fortuneteller act. But so far, I haven’t crashed and burned yet – I must still be on my 20 seconds.Putting some money on the table to pay for her drink, I take a firm hold of her arm to lead her to the car, and as she walks with me, I don’t dare to look at her directly for fear. Maine kaha haan mausi nani ne mujhe sab kuch bata diya hai.per mausi yeh sab mujse nahi hoga.aapne muje apni god main khilaya hai,main aapke saath woh sab kaise kar sakta hun.us raat hum dono chupchap bister par kinare -kinare per so gaye. Dusre din nani ne mujhe phir se bulaya our kaha kya baat hai amit nirmala kush nahi hai.tune raat bhar kuch nahi kiya kya,jaa aaj ki raat kam ho jana chaahiye.dusre din raat ko mausi phir mere kamre main aaye.aaj unhone bilkul he maheen kapre ki nighty pahni. I was so curious to hear her story. And then she started. I reached the bungalow after the meeting and as soon as I entered there were already some people there all in their late 30s and early 40s. There were around 6 of them they were having a drink. as I was walking to the bathroom everyone was touching me everywhere, mostly my ass. Then my boss shouted this is your bitch for tonight.I was horny but a bit embarrassed. I could see my mom touching herself while telling the story. She continued..