My own parents were such a mess by the end, and I feel like I share their stumbling ways more than my grandfather’s calm and timeless wisdom. I just...always thought I had to wait until I had my shit together, and that if that never happened then it was okay to not father a child. Now I’m wondering if that was a mistake. How could it be, though, if I had no one to start my family with? It’s getting late when a knock on the door pulls me out of my meditation. It’s Jasmine, and she has McDonalds.. She used to respect me a lot and that’s how we got into the relation. Initially we used to kiss and hug and she never allowed me to get into her clothes, and I used to respect her decision.In our last days of our relation she was studying in Delhi, and I used to visit her frequently. And today I want to share my last visit to Delhi for her on her birthday, which gave my dick a job to do. Being a south Indian, and from a very strict family she never wears dresses which shows off flesh and used. "So, um ... Peace on Earth," Wren offered as a small toast and Stacy dipped her head."And goodwill towards men," she accepted and the two of them drank briefly."See? I told you it was good," Wren said."This is marvelous!" Stacy laughed lightly. "I've never had it before." You've never had eggnog before?" Wren gave her a doubtful smile."No, I really haven't." She wrinkled her nose and examined the contents of her cup, which was clear and crystal like Wren's. "It reminds me of..." Of what?" Wren. I finally let it out in a rush and patted my rear dry. I took the next bottle and looked at it. It was full also but not with the same fluid. This was more jelly like. Following instructions I squeezed a little of the substances out of the top of the nozzle and rubbed it on my rear to ease its entry. I then inserted it as far as it would go and emptied the bottle inside of me. When I finally released the pressure this substance did not flow back out of me. It stayed in and I felt its slippery.