Jai se hi mai ne pc on kiya to mera kam karne ka software bar bar band ho raha tha us din mai kafi pareshan hua mere senior ne muze bata dia tum hamne... jis engineer se soft wear banwaya tha uska cell no diya us ke ghar ka address diya .Mai ne us madam ko fates fone kiya to usne aane se inkar kiya o boli ki tum softwear ka backup Cd me leko aao mai ne kaha thik hai mai aaj rat ko 9 baje aata hu to usne kaha nahi 9 se 10 tak hamara dinner time rehata hai tum 10 .15 ko ya fir kal subha aa jao to. He had a long scar down along one side of his face.“That man over there, drinking my twelve year old scotch is Albert,” Sam said indicating a portly man sitting in an overstuffed chair resting a cut glass tumbler on his stomach. “Albert is a pimp and doesn’t care what one calls it. Is that correct Albert?”“Yeah,” the man said eying Sally, “You sells pussy, you a pimp. Good to see you in the flesh girl. Been watching you strut your stuff on the TV. Hope you is as good as you look.”“I am,” Sally. Michael lay down beside her and softly rubbed her nipples. His cock finally totally spent. He still could not get over how soft his mother's skin was. Her firm breasts and her silken cunt were now all his. Susan slowly slid her hand over and grasped Michael's flaccid cock, stroking it gently. She rolled over on her side and looked at his firm young body. She was rapidly losing what little guilt remained as she looked at him. She could feel his cock twitch in her hand as she stroked it. She rose. Okay?" "Yeah, sure!" she said. Then they returned home and he got to work with drill and power saw. She helped him saw and drill and build, and by evening they had what looked like a 2x2 foot wooden box with an oval hole on top, mounted on one end of a 2x4 foot wooden sheet of plywood on the floor. That evening, she helped him carry the base upstairs from his studio into his living room, displacing his fichus tree. "So, will I be your statue tonight?" "Tonight? No. .