Aai:”pan mich ka?, Tumha lokant tar khup sundar bayka astat!”Sardarji:”ho pan mala tuzi maharashtrian style khup aavadte, tuzi ghatta, pallu na ...hetleli sadi, tang choli, tuza chota mangalsutra, kes bindi mala jaam aavadta”. aai:”pan baba…”. sardarji:”ka kay zala, tuzya mulala pan kalnar nahi, mi pan tuzya navrya sarkha army madhe hoto, tyacha saheb hoto, mi tyachya peksha jasta ladhai keli aahe, aani aajun pan mi mhatara zalelo nahi”. he to aaila jawal ghet mhanala. aai jara laajli. aata khari. ‘I was just going to fix lunch… would you like some?’ ‘Yes, that would be nice,’ he answered and followed her into the house. His eyes drifted down to her narrow waist and shapely behind. She is put together pretty good for an old lady, he thought. ‘Mind if I help you?’ ‘Sure, I would love the company.’ Ms. Baker led Ryan through the house and into a large, modern kitchen. ‘Ham sandwiches okay?’ she asked as she bent over to get the makings out of the refrigerator. Ryan didn’t miss the fact. As long as I was the best at being what he wanted he would give me what I needed – acceptance. I would belong. Heather was no longer needed. She would be a porn star and then…..I wondered if Pete would be watching.I went back to where Heather had started filming. She as dressed as a little girl in pink with pigtails and she looked amazed as her “Daddy” picked her up impaling her on his cock which must have been 12 inches. He rammed her so hard she was having trouble staying “amazed” and. Her heart was racing. Abigail dropped her gaze to her sister's heaving chest."Allie, no matter what happens, no matter what relationship we have in public, you will always have a part of my heart, a part equal to the part Jack has." Abigail," Allison whispered. "I know I'm being a big baby about this whole thing, but sometimes..." If you ever feel like you need me to reaffirm my deepest love for you, sweet thing, you only need to ask. I will show you in whatever way necessary how I feel about.