Eva’s mother had survived him with more than ten years and was eventually found in a pad in San Francisco, dead from a heroin overdose. Over the yea...s, Eva had received a couple of mails from her mother and once even a telephone call. These sparse contacts had only enhanced her feeling of loneliness and being left to look after herself, and it made her believe even more firmly that she was the only one, who could chisel out the future. But again, she knew that without Granny, she wouldn’t have. He lead the girls to the side of the field to get some more of the information."What in the hell are you girls trying to pull here!" he asked. Both of the girls told him that they just wanted to make some easy cash. He was still in disbelief and he lead the girls up the side of the bleachers and opened the door to the press box.He told the girls that he would pay them fifty dollars for the whole package. He wanted them to suck his cock, fuck each other,and fuck the both of them and eat out. And when my brother saw Dad’s boner, and watched Mom grope it and kiss it and lick it, his cock started to get hard, too. He blushed, but Mom and Dad told him it was OK, that he could get hard and even jizz any time he wanted to, without ever having to hide what he was doing. I wondered what jizzing was. My girlfriends had never told me about that. They probably didn’t know what it was, either.I really feel sorry for those girlfriends now. We don’t talk about sex so much anymore, since I can’t. . Look I am sorry Varsha, I copied your design, it was the best I can judge around.She: thanks bhaiya. And don’t be sorry, I know guys aren’t into these rangoli and designs very much.Me: haha… very true!And we both were intensely involved in completing the rangoli and we were done in 15 minutes.Me: (I stood up) woow.. Now that’s a rangoli, my sisters were used to make, thanks Varsha for this beautiful rangoli.She: (about to finish filling colors) maybe I should be thankful to both didi.