.Aman – kya huva auntyAman esa puchhte hi maa ne usse 2 thapaad jor se lagaye wo to pagal ho gaya chilane lagaAman – ye kya kar rahi ho aap kyu ma...a mujeMaa – dekh mere bete ko koi is trah kisiko marta he inke naak se kal khun beh raha tha..Aman – mere se dushmani achhi nahi.Wo maa pe gussa karna laga aur bola kiAman – is 2 thappad ka badla le kar rahunga..Maa – tu dhamki de raha he kaha gaye tere perents bula..Aman ka gussa dekh kar me dar gaya aur ma ko waha se wapas le aaya.Muje ghar pe bhi. The farm had expanded to over 20,000 acres and was demanding more and more of my time. Claudia and I were on the road quite a lot. Things at home had not changed, they weren’t worse, but they weren’t better either. I had had a couple of meaningless flings with women in the different areas I went to. Both women were married and for all of us it was only fucking and fulfillment.One night, when Claudia and I were in Salinas, California, we were having a late dinner after a long day out. The girls with the more fully developed breasts also made sure that their arms were pulled back tight behind their bodies to give maximum exposure of their girly charms ... which they all seemed very, very proud of indeed.Those yellow gowns were soon revealing more than just bare chests and breasts. They were soon sliding down the thighs and legs of the girls and the boys while those same girls and boys continued their singing without skipping a beat. As those gowns glided down to the floor. " Suppose you're right. The prince'd want to see him anyway, even if he won't talk." Oh, I heard there's ways of making 'em talk. Just gotta know the right..." the voice trailed off as the second man turned back to watch the first, caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement."Tell... us... the fucking... message!" shouted the first man as he kicked the boy again and again."Hey Ben," said the second man, "It's not gonna do any good. Don't kill him yet." Fuck him!" the man screamed. "What.