We got some.”“See,” he stops, plates in his hand. “Like – how do you know that, Unc? Like – that’s right – fuck it didn’t taste righ... to me, either, and I followed the recipe – but you know –““Practice, k** – like all things in life – practice. Not all recipes taste good to you – no matter how much you follow ‘em. Some bitter old bitch working in New York City probably came up with that recipe – maybe she ain’t been fucked for a decade and so her only entertainment is vinegar. Whatever – just. He puts his hand in mine and then grabs my head, grasping his fingers in my hair and pulls me to him as he kisses me, softly and then it turns to a very passionate kiss. My lips part as his tounge slowly enters my lips and I moan as he lightly bites my lower lip. My hands tighten there grip into his hair as my body pushes up against his and I feel his growing cock against my hip and I moan again, low and heated. Then one of his hands moves to my aching breast, and it swells in his hand as I. I said ok. i told my nanaji that i have bought some beers and he can have if he wants to. nanaji was not a regular drinker. not even occasional drinker. he was a very rare drinker. then i went into the kitchen and asked mami to give me somthing to eat with the beers. she had fried papads and said she will give chicken as soon as it is done. i picked up a bottle and went on the terrace but it was raining so i came to the balcony and sat there. lit a cigarette and started sipping on the beers. by. When the others came home mum (Kelly's) told them what had transpired,Shonali asked, "What did you tell him Susie?" Kelly's mum butted in heretelling the room in general, "She told him where to go and how to getthere, the last time I heard language like that was when Jack (Kell'sdad) dropped one of them old sewing machines on his foot - honestly ,language like that from a girl who looks like butter wouldn't melt inher mouth!"I blushed crimson, never realising that I had swore that much,.