“Beck...”“Mmmm-hmmm,” she purred. “That’s me. Beck. The old Beckster. Like you used to say – Becky-poo. Just snuggling.”“That’s wh...t you want?”“Yeah. Snuggles. Hugs. Push ‘way the lonelies.”“You sure?”“I’m sure. Just wanna be held...”Okay, I can do this. I rolled toward her, let her snuggle in as close as SHE wanted, then I closed my arms around her. She felt all too good. Top of her head was at my nose, smelling clean, scent of shampoo and conditioner sending pleasing tendrils to me. I. Ab mera target meri sali ki choot thi maina apni sali ko bataya ki mainay tumhari didi ko need ki goli khila de hai ab woh char ghantay tak nahi utha gi phir mainay pahli bar uskay hoto ko chuma choomtay hi woh mujhsay lipat gaye aur mera muh me apni jeebh dal di aur boli jiju you are great aj mujhay bi baisa he chodo jaisa didi ko kal choda tha mainay turant uska kurta utara aue uskay doodh bra ke andar dekh kar mainay turant bra bhi khol di aur sabsay pahlay uskay doodo ko masalnay laga uskay. She didn't have to ask me twice. To say we had become highly compatible was an understatement. "Howdy," Gypsy said tearing up as our conversation turned more serious, "I know you want to go back and finish your degree. And I am behind you 110%. So," she hesitated, looking out the plate glass window as if what she wanted to say was written on a passing boat. Gypsy had a hard time saying anything emotional or tender without tearing up. That was just one more enduring quality I found irresistible. It was all a part of keeping a sexy thug in check. He fixed a plate. Mag got a real serving of food.“I was thinking,” Shon revealed. “I could get a place in the city close to the transit line. You know just a little efficiency apartment or something.”“Oh yeah,” Mag perked up. “Dat sound good.”“Yeah. You’d be closer to your friends. They could come though on occasion, but nobody is moving in.”“Nah, ma! It’ll be just us.”“I mean it, Mag. The first time you ask for someone to spend the night, I’m.