I followed Karen’s lead, walking through the narrow hall, past the bathroom on the right, to the big living room at the end of the house. I smiled a... the map of her dwelling came back to me with profound memories. Aren’t you sick of Christmas music, yet? It is almost January, I k**ded, noticing her TV was playing yet another wearisome, droning Christmas special. I started hearing holiday music on the radio in November. It’s everywhere this year. I am so sick of it. I nagged for no other reason. 5 inch badi hai meri e-mail id “” hai aap mujhe jub chaho mail kar skte ho ab aap logo ko bina bore kiye hue main sidhe story pe aata hun saare ladke apna lund pakad le aur ladkiya apne chut main ungli daal le yeh baat 2 saal pahle ki hai meri building main ek aunty rahti thi unka naam kavita tha (name changed) bhot sexy thi uska figure 34-32-36 tha aur mere flat key bagal main rahti thi aur unke husband m.R the toh zayada tar bahar he rahte the aur kavita ka ek beta tha aur shayad class three. "Miss Sanderson, I wanted to congratulate you for getting an "A" on the final exam. You were the only student who actually got an "A" and I wanted to reward you with a little gift."Sally was ecstatic over the news. She opened the package and found a pumpkin all cut out and ready for Halloween. It even had the candle to put inside to light it up at nighttime. There was also a huge pumpkin pie with a can of whipped cream to go with it just for her. Since she was not in a hurry, she put her book. She would never admit it but it was the first time she'd ever been interested in touching a man. She'd had very little experience and really, just with boys. They only wanted one thing; sex or a blow job.No one had ever bathed her, had a bath or shower with her since she was very tiny. Well except for the one time the letch had tried to climb into the shower with her."This is very nice," she said to Bob shifting her shoulder backward enough to turn and give him sliding kiss on his cheek.Bob was.