You have to take me back to Germany. My unit is missing me. They probably think I went AWOL to cozy up to some Fraulein on Christmas Eve. This will pr...bably ruin my career!" Bob," said the old elf patiently. "You have a new career." You called me Bob!" said Bob, triumphantly. "You called me Bob. I'm not Santa. I'm Bob. You called me Bob, Gobby!" Gobby?" The elf's face drew up as if he'd taken a mouthful of alum."Your name is unpronounceable," said Bob. "All elf names are unpronounceable." Then. This piece of action happened a few weeks after my romps with Manjeet at our ancestral village. After coming back to Mohali, life went on as usual for a few weeks and then something happened. One of my uncle and his family which was my aunty and their 14 year old son Piyush visited us from Canada. They were in India for holidays and were visiting some of the close relatives. While the elders were catching up, Piyush was finding it difficult to kill time as there was no one of his age around. He. Because of the size of his dick the folds of fat and the huge ass cheeks were no impediment to Shorty being able to give them all the dick they would want. He could ride them until they popped and still give them some more. The only real problem arose when his women wanted to be on top. And with this women's lib shit it seemed they all wanted to give it a try. They would just flatten him into the mattress. Between their hanging stomachs, large thighs and enormous asses Shorty had most of his. ’ ‘Yes?’ Ally asked. Here it is, Ally thought. She didn’t have to pursue the ‘where is Dennis?’ question. Angela was going to spill the beans on this under her own steam. ‘I’m sure you were wondering why I was denying Miranda the comforts of my home when she’s in this state. Me living here all alone in this big house—all alone when I’ve been your mother’s closest friend for decades.’ ‘No, I haven’t, really,’ Ally answered, somewhat confused, because, in fact, she had given it a thought.