Your love will last forever. I will make offering to Shiva."Mom laughed. The news had already gotten out about Tina's and Susan's pregnancies and Gran...ma Desai's 'lingam' comment. "Momma Desai, offer all you want in our names to Shiva, but stay away from that lingam. I am not looking for fertility here."So it's a good thing that our Baptist pastor is a bit open-minded about marriage ceremonies, because we had elements of Protestant Christianity, Orthodox Jewish, and Hindu all stuck together in. The ground coverwas thoroughly inconvenient, the tree limbs were often hazardouslylow, and it was really quite impossible to keep track of which wayyou'd come from and where you were going.To make matters much worse, the persistent itching all over my bodywasn't fading a bit since the reaction to that godawful dandelionhad begun. It was getting so bad that I was rather willing to doanything to make it better, and thought that perhaps my clothingrubbing against my skin might be increasing the. “We should eat first,” she said, slipping out of my arms. There was a room service gourmet meal for two set up on a table by the window. Jenny had opened the curtains, giving us the city lights and the snow as a backdrop while we enjoyed the meal and a bottle of red wine. All through dinner, we chatted and lightly flirted with each other. “Nick, I’m really enjoying this. It’s like dating all over again,” Jenny said after we toasted our reunion. “It is, isn’t it? Except I don’t recall us. She took a quick deep breath, then looked at me with fire still in her eyes; she reached behind my neck, pulling me forcefully to her, kissing me and grinding on my hard cock-jeez, a little wildcat! With more strength than I thought, she shoved me onto my back, rolling on top of me, sitting on my legs. "I certainly enjoyed that wonderful treat, did you?" Melia asked seductively, becoming a sexy serpent, using our mutual hot sweat to slink her way upward, rubbing her pussy and ass against my.