“Brad’s here.” “He doesn’t mind,” I smiled, looking over at Brad who was sitting on an armchair, sipping a drink and watching us. Carl lo...oked over and Brad lifted his glass to him in acceptance. With this permission Carl moved closer to me and his hands went behind me to grab my ass so he could grind against me. He was grinning at me, obviously enjoying himself, so I have him an encouraging kiss. Nothing too elaborate, but more than a peck. This time I looked over at Brad. “Go ahead,” hubby. It was art, reserved, elegant, well-stated. Once again, he was impressed, but he didn't want to stare. It was with some effort that he turned his head away to a cupboard and asked, "So how about letting Dinty Moore be the cook tonight?" Fine with me," she said. "I'm hungry." It'll take a few minutes, the microwave isn't real powerful," he said, pulling a couple cans out and reaching for the can opener. That wasn't enough to get her tattoo out of his mind. "Just out of curiosity, what made you. Main unko mama-mami kehta tha. Mere aur mami ke bich me bahut si private batein hoti thi. Mami ka figure size 34-28-36 hogi, main unke sath sex karne ke liye bahut hi jyada utsuk tha lekin kabhi himmat nahi huyi. Main kabhi kabhi mami ke sath baatein karne ke liye bhi unke ghar chala jata tha.Phir ek din dophar ko main aisehi unke ghar pe choti ko dekhane chala gaya. Mere ghar me aate hi har bar ki tarah unhone darwaja andar se band kar diya. Ghar me sirf main, wo aur unki choti bachhi thi.. ”“Yes, but your friends…” I cut her off.“You are one of my friends. After, you know; I told you that.”“Yes, but they are all so much older and I’d feel out of place and…” she ran out of steam.“I’m so much older,” I mimicked. “Listen to me Nic, we’ve talked a lot, you’re fun and intelligent you act more like sixteen than…” I paused as I didn’t know when her birthday was.“Thirteen,” she helped me out, “my birthday is in January.”“Ooh, close, I’m February,” I said. “But yeah, you don’t have to.