Aunt came to meet my mom in the morning and asked weather I could sleep in her house for two days as uncle had to go out of station for two days for s...me official workand that she would be alone. Mom agreed to it. I went there. Aunt welcomed me. She was wearing black salwaar kameez. We had dinner together. While eating she asked for my views on what happened yesterday.I said aunt your asshole smells great. She started laughing. After finishing our dinner she told me to go to the bedroom and. Walking into the room, it wouldn't have been immediately apparent what its purpose was. The wall opposite the door was festooned with cables, flickering lights, and anonymous outdated boxes of electronic who-knows-what. Except I did know. The whole unsightly mess was designed, hacked and perverted from its original purposes to provide me with an experience. I had done the design myself. The hacking was a specialist job I contracted in. The perversion was a joint effort, and the journey was as. It felt so damn good...shame i still have to cook. We have arived at my place. Ill open ur door and reach for ur hand. Ull grab it and get out of my car. As soon as i open the door,ill push u against the wall and start kissing u. I love the feeling of ur lips touching mine. But...u didnt have diner. Sooo il light up the oven. The filled courgette and greek rolls r allready in it. So all we have to do now is wait for 15mins. Ill poor us a glass of red wine and sit down across the table from u. I. “And what will you do if I don’t, Grandpa? Turn me into a pink frog by Magic?” the drunken man demanded snottily. Greg had risen to his feet by now, and several waiters had appeared down the aisle between the tables, but they stopped on seeing Greg rise from his seat.“You said the right word ‘Magic’ because as a matter of fact, I am a Wizard ... a Senior Master Wizard, though not an O’Connell, so I would never consider turning you into a pink frog. That’s what an O’Connell would do. No, I have.