Pr kya bolu dosto tya tang the unke pure goore me to dekehta he rahe gaya to utne me aunty ko hosh aya n unhone dekha muje me dekh ra hu to jaise mene... dekha unhe hosh aya me dusre or dekhne laga to aunty ne apni saree niche ki n muje dekh kr hasi n boli kya dekh ra tha me bola kuch nahi to aunty boli jhuta n wo hasi mera gaal kicha n andar chali gayi, us din saturday tha n uncel b gaav gaye the to aunty ne mom se kaha ki unke pati nhi hai gharpe gaav gye h to kal sunday h chetan ko b chuti h. If you feel affectionate or aroused, it won't bother me. At least I don't think it will. The thought of making love to you during that time doesn't turn me off."Sarah slid closer to him and held his hand tighter."You have just made up for the thought of Jerry Goldsmith pulling his pud to my picture," she said.Jerry Goldsmith wasn't pulling his pud to Sahara's image. Instead he was sitting with his daughter in his office, forcing her to go through the pictures from a CD that Renaldo had given. Now Ryan covered his bulge with his bag. "Wanna meet at my place later for a little Madden?" Esposito asked Ryan before he turned to get on the elevator, "I bet I could beat your ass any day." "Yeah, sure," Ryan said, "See ya in a few." He turned to walk away, and Esposito gave his ass a playful slap. He turned around and saw Esposito give him a little wink. Ryan felt his heart speed up a little, and he could feel his dick getting hard again.An hour later, Ryan knocked on Esposito's apartment. Norman Rockwell couldn’t have done it more proud. I think they were trying to make it extra festive to distract themselves from you not being there. Your mother included you in her prayer when she said Grace.”“That must have been before the gifts,” I said dryly.She laughed. “Nope. Everyone else looked like they were ready to kill you, but I think she appreciated the gift you got her. Maybe she appreciates it regularly?” she teased.“Next year, I’ll dip it in Tabasco sauce before I wrap it,” I.