It was Siddhartha, my husband. He told me that his flight had landed safely in Mumbai and he would be home within an hour. One part of me was happy th...at my hubby was coming home after 4 weeks and the other part was sad because I won’t be able to fuck Ishan till Sid was home.In the fast few weeks, I had developed a special bonding with Ishan and taught him how to control himself while doing sex and how to please the other partner also rather than pleasing himself alone. He had mastered the art. Where is she, by the way? Any chance of a repeat performance? And, bythe way, who's the father?" Sorry, Harold, she's been weaned and ah've stopped lactatin'. An' ifah tell ya any more about mah baby or her daddy ah'll have ta kill ya,tee hee." Damn! I was going to ask for a drink myself, right from the source." And believe me, Harold, if ah had any milk left in these juggies ah'dbe happy to give it to you, oh yes. Ah'd like to see the look on yoahface after you got a taste." Well, enough. “Is he famous?” Torun asked.“Not really, he was the Commander of a Heavy Fighter Squadron during the defence of Vircon during the Hegemony Conflict. Guess that makes him a hero, though he doesn’t think he is,” I replied. “He does think Aunt Taisha is one though, as she was in manual control of the battlestar grid during that fight.”“Wow,” Torun breathed. “You sure have interesting friends and family, Kir.”“Sure do, but you don’t really notice it when you live amongst them.”“Guess you wouldn’t,”. He was touching her. His fingers were stroking hers so gently, it made a shiver fly up her spine and exit through her mouth in a soft, "oh". Her breath froze as it hit the cold winter air, as did her body. She was afraid to move - but Jack wasnt. THREEDowntown is known for its alleys. A labryinth of endless brick and stone, going on and on and on, ending only when one so chooses it to do so. In the case of Ilana and Jack, it engulfed them. By then it was dark, and the alleys were lit only by a.