”James Jimmyson pick up his land line phone and dialed his friend Larry’s number“Hello” said the voice on the phone“Is Larry there?” asked... James Jimmyson“Larry? What the Sam Hill kind of name is that? Nobody names their kid Larry in 1953.” Said the voice on the phone. “Wow, its 1953 there? I must have the wrong number.” James Jimmyson hung up the phone and wondered if he had contracted foot dermatitis. James Jimmyson rubbed some ointment on his feet. What a day this had been for James. Naan mulai kambai urinthu sappinen.Piragu iru mulaigalum enathu echiyaaga irunthathu naan muzhuvathumaaga nakinen pinbu avargalin thopuluku vanthu athil naakai vaithu nakinen ammavin udambu nadunga aarambithathu. Naan avargalin paavadaiyai kayata aarambithen amma ena seivathu endru theriyaamal irunthaargal naan pavadaiyai kayati pundaiyil kaiyai vaithu thadavinen.Amma kuuthi muzhuvathum mudikalaaga irunthathu naan athil enathu vaayai poruthi naka aarambithen. Pundai mudigal annaithum eeramaaga. I copped to wishing I could have a do-over.Usually, she’d give me shit about saying something like that, but she reacted to my genuine vulnerability. It was a real kumbaya moment. We both cried. She hugged me, and I wound up hugging her back, tits out and all. I apologized for getting her shirt milky. She laughed, and said that was okay, and that I’d finally breastfed her, even if it was just on her clothes.I asked her if she wished I had breastfed her as a baby. She told me she hadn’t realized. His strong body leaning back onto his elbows. Veins webbed across his forearms and his thick thighs dangled off the edge while his cock stood up at attention - throbbing, thick, and impressively large. Biting down on her bottom lip she let out the slightest whimper. That familiar heat returned as she grew wet. Her green eyes flickered open and her expression fell at the empty platform. While he wasn't there she could imagine him perfectly posed. Leaning forward she raised her charcoal to her.