Unke mast bade bade boobs aur unke nipple saaf saaf dikh raha tha. Maine mera sar unki komal bhari huyi jango mein rakhakar hum TV dekhate ek dusre se... baate kar rahe the. Main unki god mein mere gaalo ko masalate unki boobs ko sahalate to kabhi unki janko ko chatate kabhi apne daato se halke katata.Woh bhi mere sar mein apni ungaliya ghumate mere gaalo par to kabhi mere hotho par jeebh ghumati. To kabhi apne lambe nose se mere nose ko chedti. Ab hamne khana order kia woh aaya aur hamne khana. Barry always wore cufflinks,shoes well-polished and crisp suits. He was in the twilight of hiscareer, Brad found himself challenged to recall exactly how old hisfriend must be, but he figured he must be close to retirement. When Bradwas young and starting to accumulate his wealth Barry was already wellestablished. Brad guessed that his friend must be about 20 years olderthan him. "Where is my old friend Brad and more importantly where has hebeen hiding you?" Brad, was not surprised by Barry's. I did not want to stop but she pulled away finally.“we could go back to my place” I said holding her hands.“no not yet Cal, lets go slow and get to know each other first”“okay” I kissed her again. “ but lets not wait too long” I winked at her. “no no of course not, but lets not be too crazy either”So we parted ways there and I went home thinking I came on too strong and may have blown a good thing. A few days went by and I heard nothing and had almost given up on her when she called me out. The sight totally confused her.First, they were all smiling. Laughing. Even dark Mort had a smile on his face. Their gait was brisk as they strode through the kitchen and toward her. They seemed to be holding hands, well at least Louisa was holding hands with Billy and Stan.But the were all smiling. What had happened? It all made no sense to her.When they crossed in front of her to sit on the sectional across from her, the black studded bracelets on her daughter's wrists came into view. Then.