. If I can relate Marx and Jean-Paul Satre-a not unreasonable association-the Frenchman wrote in his autobiography, THE WORDS, that as a child he kne... he was ugly and his only hope of ever getting women would be through his intelligence and words. As a child I reached a similar conclusion. No woman was ever going to love me for myself. No one was ever even going to have sex with me for myself. And no one ever has. If I wanted women-and I did, desperately as a child, more deliberately now-I had. He was adept at photographing one thing while appearing to aimat another. As a result he had a priceless collection of closeups ofteenage girls’ body parts – thighs and knees, breasts, shots up theskirt and down the blouse. He also prized photos of Sharon CherskiandKyle Voinovitch making out on the schoolbus – he especially liked theone with Kyle’s hand up her skirt. His favorites, though, were hispictures of Angela Chase. A photo of Angela – even if it. "Thank you" Annie said to them both Ben and Jack just grinned at her, it's not over yet, untying her from the bedpost, pulling her up and turning her so she was on all fours her legs spread her ass and pussy sticky and open to them, her head to one side as she watched Ben remove the napkin from the bowl, scooping out a handful of Red cherries he squeezed them over her ass the dark red juice running down her crack, as Jack began to lick, wiggling her ass in his face as Ben took more cherries. Main ghabrane ka dhong kar boli: Kya! Jeet gaye! Itni jaldi?Ashok uncle: Hahaha! Bola to tha ki main hi jeetunga.Main udaas shakal bana kar boli: Aap kaise jeet jaate ho har baar?Ashok uncle: Hahaha! Ghabrao mat, tumhe kapde utaar ke nachne ki koi zarurat nahi.Main tab unke paas hokar boli: Kyu? Main haar gayi na, to ab mujhe karni padegi na?Ashok uncle: Nahi nahi, zarurat nahi.Main honto ko kaat boli: Kyu? Aapko mujhe bina kapdo ke dekhne ka mann nahi?Uncle gale se ghoont utaarte hue bole:.