Malayali sexygiral. I was scared, clucked over him like a mother hen, almost spoon-fed. Reconciled.
My boy pours a glass of wine brings me. Sits next brazenly sticks to my chest. Oh, my naive thinking, got today bashing in the hallway? Cant glass, wine spills, leaving dark red spots on the cream sheet. Indignantly fling of his arms:
- Lets look at it here!