As I was gasping for air, Prakash (who was behind me) pulled my jeans and briefs to my knees in a single stroke. Cold air breeze passed through my bac...k, Prakash then scooted further up and licked my ass. When his tongue touched my asshole, I moaned and whimpered with joy, which made everyone laugh. Nobody had ever licked my ass before, often during the bath whenever I cleaned my ass with soapy foam, it send me shivers. But this experience was beyond imagination or words, and I was panting. . Truth be known, I think Harv would be happier if she didn’t have ME.”“Now that’s a thought,” I said. I glanced at my Bill, who was listening quietly. “You’re old enough to where the courts would listen to what you wanted if you decided to move here...” I know this stuff. One only has to listen at school to hear all sorts of things bout ‘blended families’. Some of ‘em are still in the blender, whirling around, being torn apart. Plus, I know how to look things up. Google can make you. He is just a friend," Chris said." At the moment." Ruth said teasingly." One weekend is not going to change that." Chris said." Is he staying in your room?" Ruth asked." Well yes. Where else would he sleep?" Chris said." The couch." Ruth said flatly." Look mum; nothing is going on with us. He has been kicked out of his house sort of and I just offered ours because I know we aren't doing anything and pretty much everyone will be out." Chris said trying to convince her. " Besides he is as. I said, “Grits are a ground corn product cooked in water with a little grease. They are very popular in the south. Other areas of my country usually don’t get them right. It’s like biscuits and milk gravy. Southern biscuits are made with buttermilk and milk gravy is made with bacon grease and milk with a healthy amount of black pepper. Those items are not well known outside the south nor considered haute cuisine. They are just good food.”Marie said, “Your Grace, good food is always haute.