“I promise you can wear them this evening. But till then I want you just to think about them and build up an appetite.” The old lady, obeying a ma...n rather than a girl as was natural, gently unscrewed the clamps and stowed them away in a little velvet-covered case. I handed over a credit card. The price would knock a big hole in the month’s budget. But it was worth it just to see Natsuko’s delight in her new toys—not to mention the pleasure it would give me and the other men at tonight’s party. The explanation became more and more confusing. The event, while not at all unusual, normally takes millennia ... so did my discourse: After a while I noticed a certain glazing of the eyes and a blank spot where Josie used to be. So I stopped.Josie said, "Shit happens." Yup." What else could I say?"Let's go see what the annex looks like." The annex being the island that stopped our northwest movement.The annex had a very old mountain ... a past dormant volcano. Dormant long enough that. “Oh, your poem?” Mishi held it up for Greg to see andslowly and deliberately wiped her incredibly filthy asscrack with it getting sadistic glee in watching Greg’seyes follow it in horror, his lower lip beginning toquiver. When her ass was as clean as she could get itwith the filthy wad of paper, she quickly grabbedGreg’s head and yanked it back, “Here you go!” andshoved the foul pile of shit, snot and sappy lovepoetry into Greg’s heavily browned. Hum log mumbai nagri mein ek chote se flat mein rehte the. Hamre ghar ek drawing room or ek bedroom tha. Bed room bahoot hi chota tha jisme ek palang hi aa sakta tha.jaisa ki maine aapko bataya ki mere pita daru bahoot piya karte the daru pi kar meri ma ko mara karte the . Yeh baat us samay ki jab mein class 10 mein padha karta tha. Ek din raat ko mere pita raat ko daru pikar aaye or darwaja ko jor jor se marne lage mein or meri ma dar gaye or meri ma ne jaise hi darwaja khola to pita ne meri.