It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, ...e become automatons. We cease to grow.The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning. Fr unhone apna intro diya ki me anjali hu mere husband engineer h to wha job ki vjh se katni rhte he or mujhe mere ladke ki padai ki vjh se yhi rhna padta he.Fr unhone bola ki mere pas he ek kam agar karna chaho to mene jaht se bol diya ki kya kam he. To bolne lagi tumhe computer sikhana ata he to mene ha bol diya vaise bhi mujhe computer ka achacha knowledge h or dca bhi kr rkha h. Fr mene kha ki kiss sikhana he. To bolne lagi mere ladke ko jo 7 years ka he mene ha kr diya or fr unhone apne. I had gone there to meet Victor and have lunch with him; but then I found this handsome gentleman sitting there, having a business talk with my beloved husband…I joined them and soon I knew he was a widower; he was in his late sixties but really looked younger, keeping his body well fit at a gym; hard and toned. He was also a charming man…Victor invited to join him for lunch and William gladly accepted the offer. We enjoyed a nice meal and, when we finished, Victor’s Boss called him, telling he. She finally came out to the living room. WOW. She was wearing knee high black leather boots, thigh high stockings with the tops and the garter belt clasps showing The black skirt she was wearing just covered her big sexy ass . The top match and fit perfectly and It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra. She told her roommate to take a good look at me in case she went missing and then laughed. I laughed a little too and assured her I was harmless, and a gentleman.She chose a little local.
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