Mi :- “are hya kaki cha kay doka firala aahe ka,kay pan kay vicharate”,aasa manat vichar karat hoto.kaki :-“are bol na kay jal, laju nakos”? S...neha :- are bol na, mala tu tuji fred samaj.mi:- manat vichara karat hoto,”are kay bolu aata kay murkha sarakh bolate aahe”.Kaki :-are bol re hi maji school fred aahe, tila kahi vait nah vatnar.mi:-m mi yek najar takali tyanchya var tyani red sadi ghatali hoti aani black blouse ghatala hota,mi bolo tumhi khup chan disata lagech tyani padar khali takala. To where? To a small town in Piedmontwhere I had reserved a nice room for the weekend. After about two hoursof driving, touching and talking we arrived at the hotel. It was dinner time, we checked in. In Italy when checking in all theguests must present an ID and we did, both our licenses, me as I am andmarina as a man in jacket and tie with his real name, Marco. The clerklooked at us and the ID's, longer at Marina and her ID, we both signedour respective registration cards for the Italian. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I lifted my head up from her boob and stared at her funnily, “Why were you cheering for me in all of this?”“Because when I was a freshman in high school I went through the same thing that you did, only mine was worse.”“Worse?”“Much worse.”“How?”“I met a boy named Caleb. He was a senior, nice guy, had a piece of shit car but at the time I thought it was awesome to even own a car. Real smooth too, always knew what to say and when to say it, one of those kinds of guys’ y’know?. Then Mitch was kissing her again, tonguing the roof of her mouth as his middle finger shoved harder. She felt her cunt spread to admit him to the first knuckle. The sliding friction brought a moan to her lips. Her breast was being petted, squeezed. Her chin was being kissed and so was her ear. She went limp in the strong circle of her uncle's arms. His middle finger curled up and under and pressed so hard that she fmally felt the pain. It was the biggest thing that had ever been pushed up into.