( yah, was it not me to first fuck you).Mom: adakke neenenu nange taali kattid gandana. ( so what ? that doesn’t make you my talisman tied husband)M...ma; hangendhre naanenu ninge ? . anna antha matra anbeda.(Then, how I should address you, don’t expect yourself to address me as brother )Mom: neenenge anna aagthiya nann tullu kotmele.( How will become my brother, when I gifted you , my cunt).Mama; sarri, gandanu alla anthiya, ebre iddaaga anna anuskolake nang ishta illa.matte nee nange. His pheasant under glass must be tasted to be believed. It is like ambrosia—fit for the gods.’ ‘I doubt that.’ She pouted. ‘I can’t tell you more, but this is a bad idea, a very bad idea. No good can come of you blithering off the train at this time.’ Of the many times that I have taken this trip, I have always met interesting characters on the way to the dinning car. Of those times, it seems like going to breakfast brings out the most interesting of these characters. This morning was to be no. I could see my pecker standing proud and tall as I looked through the cleavage of my bra, and was ready to bury it in her snatch. But not quite yet. Sliding down on the bed I moved her over and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Sliding the strap of her bra sensuously down her shoulder I exposed her tit and her deep brown areola. I gently surrounded it with my lips, letting the warmth of my mouth cover her breast, slowly moving my tongue in circles around her nipple.I could sense her. But Amber won’t home, probably off with friends. This totally sucked because I would have been happy as a titmouse in May if she coulda been round to do somethin’ with. I missed Amber. She was closest thing I had to a best friend and I felt odd about her Mama and me so seein’ her woulda made me feel about a million times better ‘bout myself. For some reason I thought about Michelle. Sure I liked Michelle but she was a bit clingy and more a woman clings less I like ‘em. Maybe that’s my Pa in me?.