. then i casually turned slightly towards him so that he could see my boobs side view proper and asked “Pa,inda channel potta pothuma?”-Pa is this...channel fine? He was silent, i slowly walked towards him and put my hand over his shoulder and asked Pa is it fine? He said Fine.. I asked Pa are you fine? He said No im feeling tired.. Can you please take me to my room… I said sure.. Took one hand of his and rested it across my shoulders and heaved him up this made my huge boobs press against his. Bits of the borrowed Traviata set were mixed in haphazardly with leftover bits of another borrowed set for Mozart's Cosí fan Tutte, the previous week's presentation, and it was all scattered higglety-pigglety. The real point of an opera rehearsal being to establish stage movement—the singers are expected to already know the music—it was clear that we weren't getting a lot done today.I'd seen considerably worse, especially when I'd worked in European repertory companies that switch from one. Main bola,’ yar pani pilao pyasa hun, ‘to komal ne mujhe ek glass pani diya ,maine pani ki botel leke puri botel khali kar di to boli,’itne pyase ho ?’Main bola,’ jan main to is se bhi jyada pyasa hun ,ab to meri pyas tum hi bhujaogi,’Phir maine fresh hone ke liye kaha aur bola,’ komal ji main fresh ho leta hun ,par aap to mere se pahle hi naha li ,main soch raha tha ki hum sath mein nahate .’Komal,’ aap chaliye bathroom mein ,main aapke sath bhi naha lungi.’Maine komal ki tight chunchiyon ko. Jenny stopped Lizzie before she even had a chance to sit down and whispered, “Thank you for being a sexy little helper as well”, kissed her hard and ran two creamy fingers up the crack of her pantied covered ass.Jenny sat back down next to Tory who had helped herself to a stack of pancakes. “Let me help you with those” and dipped her finger in the bowl of warm maple syrup. She slid her sticky finger in Tory’s mouth and wiggled it all over her tongue. She then slid her gooey finger down Tory’s.