"Dad? What's going on here? Why are you guys dressed like this?" heasked now looking confused."Dressed like what honey?" his dad said holding his wris... limpwaiting for a reply."You're both dressed like girls," Kevin said with a nervous grin."We're not dressed like girls," his father said and his brotherlowered his paper to look at him."You're both wearing dresses," Kevin said looking to both of them."As most proper men do, and should," his father said walking back tothe kitchen."Hi honey," he. “Nooooooo!” I screamed in pure panic as his finger pulled the trigger. A rush of energy hurtled out of me, a wave of power that burst out of a reservoir I wasn't really aware of. This force lashed out of me in a cone before me, freezing a block of reality.Catching a copper-jacketed, 9mm bullet in midair. The room went silent as we all stared at it, the bullet frozen like a bronze star, the air behind it rippling from its wake. Curls of smoke and specs of unburned gunpowder were paused in a. So this nain mataka ended on a frustrating note for me.But I was obviously looking up to the future ceremonies. Time passed by and the band baaja baraat function came, n like before, I left no stone unturned to prepare for the function, bought impressive perfumes and after shave to leave a mark on my dream girl.Finally I saw her at the wedding wrapped up in an orange shade seductively clad saree her blouse and petticoat had enough of the gap to show her milky white skin and those tempting love. Then she lowered her head over his prick letting her tongue run up and down Kevin's shaft."Oh. Fuck!" Kevin said as his prick stood rigidly to attention."That's better," Elaheh said as she unscrewed the bottle.Taking a blob of ointment on her finger tips, she began to work it into the skin of Kevin's throbbing prick. Much to Kevin's pleasure the pains he had been feeling disappeared and his prick was again throbbing through lust and not pain.Kevin thought he had died and gone to heaven; the.