"Don't you ever tell me you're useless again, girlfriend. It's just like I keep telling you. You see things we don't. You ask questions we don't think...about." You mean I'm right? I was just asking..." Yes," I interrupted, "you were just asking... the perfect question, as usual. One that I, we, should have thought of before. I was in the scene, even if it looked like I was on the outside looking in. I just didn't try to see if I had any control." I stopped for a second to recall the dream I had. Me: but mam mujhe nhi aata h.Mam: to kya hua m sikha deti hu.Me: aap mujhe kese sikhaaogi.Mam: practical krke or kese.Me: ok mam.Mam ne mujhe apne mobile m blue film laga k di or cgange krne chali gayi me dekhta rha fir thodi der m mam aayi vo ek nighty pehne hue thi pink colour ki jo sirf unki jaangho tak thi m unko dekhta hi reh gaya fir m thoda shant beth gaya or mobile side m rakh diya mam aake vapis kambal m beth gayi or mere per se apne per touch krne lagi to mene bhi hath kambal m dala. Here's how I overcame that little problem...Within a year after she started raving about cum and wanting me to try it, I gradually started getting curious and eventually it became an erotic trigger. Yup, contemplating tasting my own jiss inexplicably became an obsessive thing. The more I thought about it, the more it became something that got me very very hot. Dozens, maybe hundreds of times I fully intended on licking my hand off after a self induced orgasm... Fully intended. Hell... That was. " He had a glimmerin his eye, and it was all in good fun. Naturally at my expense."You're right," she agreed, all thoughtful suddenly. "Maybe we should justlet him suffer what his sister will do," she confirmed. Naturally, I wasdelighted at the prolonged subjection, but made to protest gently that I'dsuffered enough. The counter help were really enjoying my predicament, andwere tossing out wilder and wilder ideas. "He should get us something fromMcDonald's first! Or maybe buy a Red Sox hat, a.