That's what it islike to enjoy looking at women."Mandy understood logically, but didn't get it. Phil continued. "Whenmen make love to a woman, it is l...ke the whole experience of consuminga flavor. When we marry a woman, it means we want to consume thatflavor forever. Other flavors are welcome but we always come back tothat one flavor we love." Then he said the killer line, "It may comeback to bite me, but someday I will make you understand it - quitedirectly".Mandy didn't realize what that last. “Jaldi kariye na, Tapu ke papa, bohot kaam baki hai aur fir baapuji ko bhi nashta dena hai” Daya ne dheemi awaaz me Jethalal se kaha. Jethalal baapuji ke naam pe thoda darr gaya aur Daya ke petticoat ka naada khich kar khol diya, petticoat niche bathroom ki tiles pr dher ho gaya.Daya ne uske niche rang birangi phullo wali underwear pehni thi, Jethalal ne uski band me ungliya daal kr niche karne laga aur uake saath woh bhi niche baithne laga. Jethalal apne ghutno par aane tak Daya ki panty bhi. Never was a sexual thing. They never touched me or did anything else to me. Just the way we grew up. I was quite accustomed to the sight of the male penis. I did have a favorite game, though, the one I loved the best, (the one I can trace my ?needs? back to), and that was cowboys and Indians. I was usually the farmer’s daughter, or the settler’s daughter on a wagon train. When the Indians would attack, I was always captured, kidnaped, bound. All three of my elder brothers were quite. It was made from wood with a golden lattice that held it together, the gilded lid decorated with twin statues of winged Angels that were facing one another. There were two golden rods attached to the sides of the chest, used for carrying it around no doubt.He had expected something more awe-inspiring, something so finely crafted and extravagant that it could only have been forged by the hand of a God, but this looked rather innocuous. It wouldn’t have seemed out of place in a museum.