I will tell the detailed story later ( trust me it won’t be boring ).Coming to the story. I in my second year first semester of college and one day ...while having a regular morning breakfast conversation with my mom. It went like this:Me(Dolly): Mom the breakfast is delicious like always, better be watching my calorie count before I put up some weight.Mon: Haha don’t worry Dolly I make all the dishes keeping in mind the calorie count. After all, you are not the only one who is younger and fitness. She'sstill going to go to work every day, still hit the tavern every Fridayand the shooting range every Saturday." She swallowed hard. "And I'mselfish. I can't stand to lose anyone else I care about so much."Tom nodded. Joan didn't have to remind him of the murder of her fatherby a home invasion burglar when she was just seven, a crime that led toher pursuit of a career in law enforcement; or the death of her motherjust a year earlier from ovarian cancer. She forced a smile. "Andbesides, I'm. Fir maine bola mujhe kiss karna hai unhonne mana kiya bt .Fir bhi maine mere lips unke lips pe rakh diye wow kya soft lips the unke maine kiss karna start kiya unhone lips open nai kiya jaise maine unke neck ko pakda aur meri taraf jor se unko press kiya bo bhi josh mai aaye aur lips open karke kiss karna start kiya humne 5 6 min taak brk nai kiya kiss he karte rahe baad mai dhire dhire ek dusre ko feel karne lage maine upper se unke boobs ko hath lagaya bapre itne bade aur soft the thoda bhi. "Molly said breaking the silence.Julia led the way to the dinning room and she noticed that two placeswere set, her was at the usual position at the head of the table and tothe left there was a second setting. A bottle of wine was by her glassand a water glass was set at the second place next to it was a smalljug of blackcurrant juice. Molly led Robert to the second place andpulled the chair back. After Julia had sat down Molly sat the feminisedyoung man at the place set for him/her. She poured.