Thursday, December 30, 2010

Men Rejoice in Shorter Plane Bathroom Lines

Men Rejoice in Shorter Plane Bathroom Lines
















It seems like an idea that's been a long time coming, but a German manufacturer is ready to put men's urinals into airplanes, including 747s and A380s. Apparently they've realized that not only is it a smart idea to reducing queuing time in flight, but statistics show that the majority of coach passengers are men.

The new one-man urinal cubicles take up much less space than conventional toilets, of course, and they also save water since they don't need to be flushed so regularly--according to the manufacturer. No airline has yet owned up to ordering any, though.

Somehow, our immediate thoughts went to that other common use of airplane bathrooms, joining the mile high club. But if these cubicles are even smaller than regular toilets, it'll have to be a mile high club for highly acrobatic passengers.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

"Peanuts" wisdom












The following is the philosophy of Charles Schulz, the creator of the 'Peanuts' comic strip.

You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just ponder on them.

Just read the e-mail straight through, and you'll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners..

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.

4 Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.




















How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday..

These are no second-rate achievers.

They are the best in their fields.

But the applause dies..

Awards tarnish..

Achievements are forgotten.

Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
















Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with..












Easier?

The lesson:

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the
most credentials, the most money...or the most awards..

They simply are the ones who care the most


















Pass this on to those people who have either made a difference in your life,
or whom you keep close in your heart, like I did.

'Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It’s already tomorrow in Malaysia !'











''Be Yourself. Everyone Else Is Taken!"

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Awesome Bedsheet For Boys














Awesome Bedsheet For Boys

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

SMILE

Sunday, December 19, 2010

6 Stages From Fun To Death

6 Stages From Fun To Death

Alcohol is something really interesting, it can make you happy, boost your emotion and even bring you to your death. Here are the interesting fact that alcohol drinker must know, the 6 stages from fun to death. It’s all calculated from the percentage of alcohol level in your body.























We all know that how alcohol can change their personal performance and behavior according to their drinking amount. Of course some stages we are very familiar with, I myself encounter this stages too. Ok, here let us check out what are the 6 stages how your body responds to alcohol according to blood alcohol concentration (BAC).

Stage 1 - Euphoria (BAC = 0.03 to 0.12 percent)
They become more self-confident or daring. Their attention span shortens. They may look flushed. Their judgement is not as good, they may say the first thought that comes to mind, rather than an appropriate comment for the given situation. They have trouble with fine movements, such as writing or signing their name.

Tips: make sure the one who going to pay the bill know how to sign the credit card bills.

Stage 2 – Excitement (BAC = 0.09 to 0.25 percent)
They become sleepy. They have trouble understanding or remembering things (even recent events). They do not react to situations as quickly (if they spill a drink they may just stare at it). Their body movements are uncoordinated. They begin to lose their balance easily. Their vision becomes blurry. They may have trouble sensing things (hearing, tasting, feeling, etc.). Most will start clinching on things to get support.

Tips: Normally in this stage a lot of the people will normally sleep on the couch or sofa. If in the night spot they may even sit on the floor, so bring them outside to get some fresh air.

Stage 3 – Confusion (BAC = 0.18 to 0.30 percent)
They are confused, might not know where they are or what they are doing. They are dizzy and may stagger. They may be highly emotional and aggressive, withdrawn or overly affectionate. They cannot see clearly. They are sleepy. They have slurred speech. They have uncoordinated movements (trouble catching an object thrown to them). They may not feel pain as readily as a sober person.

Tips: Try not to get on their nerve, be patient and guide them and please send them home safely. Don’t like them wonder around.

Stage 4- Stupor (BAC = 0.25 to 0.4 percent)
They can barely move at all. They cannot respond to stimuli. They cannot stand or walk. They may vomit. They may lapse in and out of consciousness.

Tips: Make sure bring them home or hospital if your friend freak you out.

Stage 5 – Coma (BAC = 0.35 to 0.50 percent)
They are unconscious. Their reflexes are depressed (example their pupils do not respond appropriately to changes in light). They feel cold. Their breathing is slower and more shallow. Their heart rate may slow. They may die.

Tips: Hope you don’t need to come to this stage, please if possible stop at stage 1.


Stage 6 – Death (BAC more than 0.50 percent)
The person usually stops breathing and dies.

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Monday, December 13, 2010

2 Crows Start Cat Fight... So Hilarious!!!

2 Crows Start Cat Fight... So Hilarious!!!

Crows are so smart. In this video 2 Crows 1 Cat Fight aka 2 Crows Start A Cat Fight these annoying crows start up a mean cat fail. This may be the mother of all dumb cat videos and smart crow videos.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUyVUXb3iWk&feature=player_embedded

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Cutest Ass Award


Cutest Ass Award

Beautiful Booty





Saturday, December 11, 2010

WHAT A REAL WOMAN DOES

WHAT A REAL WOMAN DOES
*WHAT A REAL WOMAN DOES*

A real woman is a man's best friend. She will never stand him up and never let him down. She will reassure him when he feels insecure and comfort him after a bad day.

She will inspire him to do things he never thought he could do; to live without fear and forget regret.
She will enable him to express his deepest emotions and give in to his most intimate desires.

She will make sure he always feels as though he's the most handsome man in the room and will enable him to be the most confident, sexy, seductive, and invincible. . .

No wait... Sorry... I'm thinking of beer. That's what beer does... Never mind.

My Sandwich

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

"Where can I get ‘my’ pistol engraved like this?"


"Where can I get ‘my’ pistol engraved like this?"


















Things that I found helpful by living this long. The purpose of fighting is to win..

The sword is more important than the shield, and skill is more important than either... The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental.


1. Don't pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he'll just kill you.

2. If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.

3. I carry a gun because a cop is too heavy.

4. When seconds count, the cops are just minutes away.

5. A reporter did a human-interest piece on the Texas Rangers. The reporter recognized the Colt Model 1911 the Ranger was carrying and asked him 'Why do you carry a 45?' The Ranger responded, 'Because they don't make a 46.'

6. The old sheriff was attending an awards dinner when a lady commented on his wearing his sidearm 'Sheriff, I see you have your pistol. Are you expecting trouble?' 'No Ma'am. If I were expecting trouble, I would have brought my shotgun.'

7. Beware the man who only carries one gun. HE PROBABLY KNOWS HOW TO USE IT!!!

But wait, there's more!

I was once asked by a lady visiting if I had a gun in the house. I said I did. She said 'Well I certainly hope it isn't loaded!' To which I said, of course it is loaded, it can't work without bullets!' She then asked, 'Are you that afraid of someone evil coming into your house?' My reply was, "No not at all. I am not afraid of the house catching fire either, but I have fire extinguishers around, and they are all loaded too".



















HAVE A NICE DAY But don't Monkey with Me...
























I'm a firm believer of the 2nd Amendment!
If you are too, please forward..


WHERE ELSE BUT AMERICA

ONLY IN AMERICA
We are the only country where we have homeless without shelter, children going to bed without eating, elderly going without needed meds, and mentally ill without treatment - yet we have a benefit for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations, ships and planes lining up with food, water, tents, clothes, bedding, doctors and medical supplies. Imagine if we gave ourselves the same support that we give other countries. I feel bad for them, but I wonder who cares about America .

99% of people won't have the guts to share this.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Father-In-Law Strikes Back

Father-In-Law Strikes Back

On the one particular day that he remembered so well, and it had seemed forever, Raja Rao tracked me in Goa where I was leading a lovely life in the company of Venkat (Chitran's cousin), I had left my husband Ashok (not divorced) and slipped away unnoticed from the crowd of the bustling Kakinada town leaving behind a family of constant screaming brothers and sisters, but I finally had, gone off giggling into the garden of my own pavilion of heaven.

Ashok had said nothing until it reached the delicate issue of my son and he told me to leave him behind with him, and then as I stood breathless in the doorway, he had thrown himself down on the couch which was built into one corner of our house, "I want to be alone'- was his only utterance.

Just after that I left the house, with no emotion of any kind or feeling got into the waiting car and sat next to Venkat who welcomed me into the cool back seat with his arm, "Come on over here," he said, patting the cushion beside him, I moved to my young boyfriend and looked down on him and started the saga of an illicit relationship which not only made me a unholy woman but also got me into high class prostitution - now I fuck for money.

I will tell you all about it and my two years with Venkat later, but now it is Raja Rao (technically- still my Father-in-law) and the sex he has continually offered me.

Well - Raja Rao had to find me, after all his cock though 59 years of age- demanded once in a while the raw surrounding of my juicy clutching pussy. And now I was an accomplished sex addict, in fact in my two years with Venkat, I had become a voracious lover of getting my ass rigged and fucked, so much that I love it and yearn for the calisthenics in bed to include a cock through into both the holes.

Well finally it was yesterday, when I was paying the bills at the Renaissance in GOA where we saw each other. He wasn't alone, he had his faithful dog - Revanna with him. He came to me and with a gentle smile offered to pick up my bag - when Venkat came to the reception. Raja Rao knew Venkat - but my young lover wasn't aware of the Father - in- law. They stared at each other and after sometime, Venkat and I went our ways.

I was not surprised when we met again at the airport and there is where he gave me the bad news- Ashok was not doing well and my son was with Lavanya. Raja Rao begged me to return - he promised me all possible to make up for that unforgettable – humiliating night and that is how - after a quick chat with Venkat - I came back to Kakinada where I eventually witnessed the sad demise of my husband and I was devastated.

All dressed in white - I performed all rituals - and at least in death- gave Ashok what he deserved. It was all over and after a month of mourning - I decided to move forward. My son of 6 years did not recognize me and I thought it was the best that way.

Lavanya was doing a good job on him and I found it to be the best possible alternative in the current situation.

Finally the night arrived before I was to leave for Goa and we went around the huge estate my father in law had built over the years, the Raja Rao house was surrounded by gardens full of the exotic colors of tropical flowers and trees and down by the water, buried deep within the bright green foliage in his private guest house where he fucked all the good maids in the village.

My father in law brought me to the room for a quick apology for what he did to me over a couple of years back - to cut the story short, after the orgy where I was humiliated beyond repair, I had quit the wedding that night itself and left for Kakinada without attending to my brother's -in-law marriage and had sworn to quit the state and the precincts for ever, did not meet my in-laws or my husband for nearly 2 years.

"You know, if I didn't love you so much I'd be afraid to be here alone with you.", he smiled gently and I let him draw me down on the couch. I kissed him passionately, and he felt his cock stir unbelievably at my tantalizing closeness, he reached a hand around behind me, pulled my light blouse from my loosely fitting sari and teased a hand along the ridge of my spine.

"Raja Rao, we shouldn't, not now!" I cried, breaking off the kiss and attempting to pull away from him.

"What do you mean, we shouldn't. We've fucked before," he said, refusing to release his strong grip on my voluptuous young body.

"Someone may come and find us, it is a very inappropriate time and not the right thing to do." I answered.

"There will be no one coming, I know - nobody comes to this side of the estate, but of course, if you don't want me to . . ." He sneaked his hand further up my back, caressing me seductively. He brought his other hand up and rubbed my black bra clad tits sensuously through the white blouse. He drew me to him and buried a teasing kiss on my soft neck and under my chin.

It was difficult to resist the temptation of the old man drilling my pussy and after all he had lovingly made me realize the true meaning of sex years ago, slowly but surely I started warming up to the idea of squaring up with him and enjoying his dick for one more time, "You know I want us to fuck as much as you do, and you are right, this is the first time we have been alone in years." I sizzled telling him the same, as he continued his maddening caresses.

Now it was getting a bit too much as I threw my weight against him, pushing him down under me onto the couch, covering him with my sexy body, and I lovingly rubbed my forefinger across my upper lip and bit the lower one sexily which brought his dick more sensational hardness and knowing this weakness, I worked my hand up between the bodies to his crotch and began kneading his semi-aroused prick forcefully.

"Okay, na mavayya," I whispered huskily in his ear. "How do you like that?", while sucking the forefinger in my lovely mouth.

Raja Rao laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled me off him and onto the floor, his swelling cock already pressing painfully against my sari clad pussy. Then he slid his hand up under my petticoat and along the soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh, and I giggled, no longer trying to stop him. With thumb and forefinger thrust under the narrow crotch band of my panties, he slowly spread apart the soft, hair-lined lips of my wetly glistening pussy.

I lay back holding my breath, offering no more than token resistance to his hands coursing over my voluptuous body. The exquisite feeling of air rushing over the bud of my clit rippled through my jellylike muscles and out into the nipples of my excitedly throbbing tits, and my thighs relaxed and parted loosely as I rolled toward my father in law with a low surrendering moan, and finally with no inhibition and caution thrown to the wind, my hand moved across his pants, opened his fly, and clasped his heavily throbbing cock. Then my fingers, of their own volition, pulled his shorts aside and brought the huge shaft out of its prison, out until it stood up menacingly and erect, my sexy well nailed fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around it.

"Oooooohhh, that's it, I ,,,,,,,," Raja Rao grunted. He undid his belt and top trouser button, and allowed me to slide his pants down, and then his shorts, and now he was lying naked on the floor. I stroked and caressed his hotly throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the pulsing head, then I slid my hand down his long shaft to its base and then below to reverently cup and squeeze his cum-filled balls, holding them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at his prick with tiny, nipping pressures, my hips ground of their own volition down against the guest house floor and I heard my own purring, animal-like sounds emitting softly from

between my teeth.

Then, suddenly, a picture of myself moaning under the manipulations of

my beloved Raja Rao crawIed into my thoughts, and I paused, disconcerted by this vision.

"Oh, sweetheart . . . it's good!" Raja Rao moaned.

I resumed my caressing of his magnificent cock and I was pleased that finally I could make my Raja Rao happy in this manner. I asked myself wildly how I could be so sexually aroused in such sombre moments and in such short a time.

It must be because I had waited so long for this. I tried to sort out my confusion, but then my thoughts were drawn irresistibly back to the feel of Raja Rao's huge, jerking cock, swelling unbelievably now under my fascinated gaze. I couldn't believe it, and yet it was true. I couldn't keep from touching his incredibly massive shaft and thrilling to the knowledge that soon it would be fucking into my cunt.

What's happening to me? I thought suddenly. I should not be doing this. But I can't stop myself . . . I want to touch his cock! Even now! I have to touch it . . . ooooooh, God! I have to!

Raja Rao lay on his back, not touching me now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully overtaken me. I was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ears and eyes and lips, my hot, wet sexy tongue licking at him wildly, not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come over my, my glazed mind filled only with the sight of his hugely throbbing cock.

I stood up from the floor, not caring that the obscenely gleaming eyes of the man I would soon leave were on me. I stepped out of my saree and pulled off my skimpy blouse, and then continued as if prodded by some unseen force. My sensuously throbbing titties seemed to beg for touching. I paused and smoothed my hands carefully

over them, touching my ruby nipples in guarded wonderment. Oh God, that felt so good! I took a deep breath, and then rolled down my flimsy wet panties and allowed my hands to slowly travel back up my long slim legs and thighs and touch delicately at the lining of my soft-edged pussy.

Raja Rao was mesmerized as always with the breathtaking loveliness of his Jaya - my sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of swelling tits and thighs, and he gaped at the black-colored silken curls that I was exploring gently with my fingers now at the junction of my slightly spread thighs. The thin, brown hair-lined slit running the full length of my nakedly displayed pussy caused his mouth to water, and his tongue licked his lips with anticipation.

"Get down by my prick," Raja Rao ordered, confident now of the aroused young daughter's in law willingness to do anything he said, watching me softly trembling, tits dance alluringly and my voluptuously rounded asscheeks sway obscenely as I crawled on all fours to his command, my beautiful long dark curls pouring down over my shoulders. "Lick my cock, Jaya. Put my cock in your mouth and suck it, suck it . . .

suck it . . .Jaya...he implored.... "

Even though I thought that this was not right, I loved Raja Rao so much that I would do anything to please him. I had even let Raja Rao screw me before, a thing that my parents/husband and nobody would approve of, but I loved him so that it did not matter.

I laved Raja Rao's quivering shaft with my warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing it along its wide underside to its hardened cockhead, washing, playing, kissing with long hungry strokes, then back down to its base and to the dark pubic hair and then lower, down around the distended lust-swollen sac of his balls, hot from his boiling cum.

My first taste of my father's in law swollen prick in two years instigated wild tremors of delight in my voluptuous young body, and I uncontrollably balanced myself on one arm while I reached back with my other and slowly, tenderly felt my titties and nipples, belly and thighs. Mmmmmmmm . . . I was growing wild with frenzy, my belly and cunt churning now with a spasming need that I had never dreamed existed and which was driving my to the point of a mind-bending cum.

God . . . I loved this!

Quickly I trailed my tongue back over Raja Rao's balls and along the heavy shaft to its throbbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped my lips wetly down over it. God! I wanted to suck his lewd cum-juice far into my throat and belly!

I began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small shudder of resistance at what I had allowed myself to do passed through my momentarily, I realized that I loved the taste of Raja Rao's cock. I felt the short, wiry hair of his loins against my chin and lips, his balls sweeping against my, and as greater sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to burn my pussy still hotter, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd desires which began to ripple through my naked flesh.

I didn't hear the steps walking up to the room, and didn't notice the figure which slipped quickly inside to stare down at us. But Raja Rao opened his eyes to discover his youngest son standing in fascination as he watched my naked form crouched salaciously over the huge, rock-hard cock reaching up into my wetly cavorted mouth. He grinned lewdly, and came over to me while I strained and pumped to milk my father's in law painfully aching balls of their hotly building juice and in doing so quench the raging fire of lust consuming my insides.

The sight of Raja Rao's heavily pulsing cock buried deep between the lips of my widely ovalled lips increased his obscenely aroused fascination, and he hissed out his breath as he saw me take my hand, which I had been running over my own body, and use it to massage the soft resilient skin of Raja Rao's balls, then tantalizingly stroke the base of his shaft as I continued to suck rhythmically up and down.

Raja Rao looked up to see his son right above them, and read the unmistakable lust written all over his face. I am so hot now, I won't mind if somebody else joins in, he thought. He looked at him and nodded to him. He laughed as he saw the expression of

surprise and then, uncontrollable lust crease the face of his son.

"Come on, join in," he laughed.

I drew my mouth away from Raja Rao's cock long enough to see who stood above my, but then Raja Rao turned my head back around.

"Suck, my love Jaya, keep sucking me. My son is just going to make things a little bit better for you!"

My mind reeled at first in disbelief, and yet I sensed a quick shock of excitement course through my unprotected loins at the same time. Could it be possible that I could want Raja Rao's son at the same time as Raja Rao? My God, what was happening to me!

Quickly Seenu undid his clothes and then stood with his long jutting cock throbbing out in front of him. He grabbed my flailing white asscheeks and leaned down over my back, thrusting his cock roughly up against the nakedly defenseless crevice of my smoothly curved asscheeks. The narrowly expanded cunt slit was visibly throbbing with its lips parted anxiously, its wet pink lips held together by the squirming of my thighs up against his hungry loins.

I could not see the face hovering over my ass, but my passion-filled mind was aware of Seenu behind me, aware of what he wanted to do to me while I was so desperately sucking Raja Rao's prick. I felt the full length of my nakedly spread pussy pulsing anxiously. What I was allowing to be done to me was the absolute opposite of

everything I had stood for, everything I had believed in being! Fucking Raja Rao was one thing, but letting Seenu fuck me at the same time that I was sucking Raja Rao was wrong. But I had to have the two hardened male cocks fucking into my at the same time. I had to . . . but it was so depraved!

I flexed my aching cunt muscles together in a last attempt to evade the dual ravishment, but neither that nor my mental denials of my sanity helped to ward off the lust-incited Seenu and Raja Rao, my brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and I couldn't apply what thinking capacities I had to anything but what was being shoved up into my pussy - Seenu's hugely invading prick. The throb of my hot, juicy pussy walls seemed to incite his large, alien cock even more, and it plowed its way deeper into my vainly resisting cunthole. I felt the walls of my cringing pussy clasp around it and I sensed its

every fleshy ridge as it filled my cunt. Oh God, this wasn't right!

My mind kept repeating over and over, but I knew it was, and the pungent odors of Raja Rao's dick slitting lewdly in and out of my tightly ovalled lips stung my flared nostrils and I began to insanely run my tongue faster over his pumping shaft and bulging head.

I might be sick, I thought crazily, but I didn't want this to stop. My cock-stretched cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thought raced out of control through my lust-fogged mind.

Then Seenu drew me harder to his loins by grasping my hips with his clawing fingers and jerking my backward. He felt my wet slippery cunthole flower open more to receive his huge pole to greater and greater depths. The cords on my neck and my lips around

Raja Rao's cock were hard and tense as I writhed beneath the two monstrous pricks which skewered my naked young body cruelly between them.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhh, " I mewled, my mouth still taut around Raja Rao's relentlessly screwing cock. "Ohhhh, yes . . . yes . . ." my words were muffled and indistinct, but deeply felt, for all control of my body was gone.

"Beg me to cum in your mouth, Jaya....beg me" Raja Rao said, continuing to fuck his shaft into my wetly quivering throat.

"Ohhhhh, yes, fuck me! Fuck your cock in my cunt, Seenu and yes, darling Raja Rao, cum in my mouth!" I groaned, the thought of my own lips spewing out those lewd desires sending new lascivious thrills reeling through my body.

I was hopelessly impaled between Seenu's hard-driving cock in my pussy and Raja Rao's cock shoved tightly up into my mouth, and now, moaning and mewling between them, I began to twist and squirm wantonly under the double ravishment and thrust up against both men more urgently.

My lovely white teeth nibbled my father's in law prick as it surged with increasing tempo into my hungrily sucking mouth, and I clenched my thighs in a warm milking action against the pillaging cock methodically screwing my hungrily gripping cunt hole.

The ecstasy of the moment rose within me as I tried to suck with the massive pole fucking my pussy from behind, and as it slammed harder and harder into my cunt, the lust-hardened shaft caressing the smooth wet walls of my pussy, the blunt tip would batter my sensitive cervix and pummel it hard. The guest house was lighting up in strange colors for me, blinding and flashing and mingling with the electrifying shocks that were shooting through my body to the seeming depths of my very being.

Raja Rao felt the softness of my tongue swirling around the apex of his cock and flicking magically all around his shaft, and he flexed his ass, watching the my dark head bob lewdly up and down as I worked my mouth around his fucking prick. It was a fantastic sight, he thought, watching it, though he wondered why I didn't choke. Great waves of lust-impassioned heat were building deep in his cum-swollen balls and he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin droplets from my firm, wheat-skinned body, as I bucked between him and his young son like a bitch in heat.

Suddenly Seenu groaned aloud and wailed, "Fuck harder! Fuck back, I, I'm about ready to blow my balls! Ohh . . . fuck back! Fuck back! O Rama my bitch of a sis in law take this Vaddina(sis in law) in your pukku(pussy) !"

I responded immediately, wallowing obscenely in my pleasurable but debasing subjugation, raising my hotly quivering asscheeks up against the young man's thickly expanding cock, driving it back inside my, deep up into my naked belly, sending vibrations of lewd delight coursing through my laboring young body.

I was completely helpless to stop myself, and I knew it. I was punishing myself, openly feeling I deserved this painful fucking, for my loins were on fire more than ever, and I was forced to feed my seething hunger with all of the abandonment of a common whore. I deserved this, deserved this! And anything else they cared to do!


"Aaaaaaaoooooohhhhh !" Raja Rao screamed at me, and in a wild, maniacal need for fulfillment, I sucked his hugely throbbing dick like a wanton whore, and the hotly pummeling instrument disappeared into a strange, lengthening fusion with my face as Raja Rao fucked with hollowing asscheeks, sinking his cock far into my mouth until

his wiry pubic hair brushed the tip of my nose.

His softly dangling balls danced lewdly, slapping in unison with his pounding thrusts hard against my upraised chin. Then, his cum rolling out of his balls like a thundercloud out of the sky, Raja Rao suddenly jerked his cock from my sucking lips and held the throbbing red shaft in his hands only inches away from my lewdly ovalled mouth.

"Oh, no, Raja Rao . . . please, I want it! I must have it!" I pleaded, groaning with the agonizing and overpowering fire of unfulfilled lust fanning out of control in my pulsating cunt, and I tried to pull him to me, me mouth gaping obscenely at his wildly jumping prick. But before I could close me widely ovalled lips over his cock again, it began to spew hot, slippery cum directly into the dark searching cavern of my mouth, and the thick, quick spurts streamed milk-like from the swollen cockhead, filling my waiting mouth to the brim.

I swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid as me throat bobbed up and down, rapidly attempting to keep up with the wildly ejaculating rod. Behind the shamelessly swallowing young girl, Seenu Rao could feel the cum boiling inside his own lust-heated balls as they beat wildly against my upturned asscheeks.

He grunted savagely and quickened his stroke, fucking hard and deep until his cock bored far up into the hidden recesses of my quivering womb. "Ooooohhh! Ooooohhh!" I screamed. I wasn't ashamed because I was enjoying it more than I had ever enjoyed fucking before.

Nothing mattered to me now but the delicious waves of stormy feeling deep in me cunt as Seenu's thickly swollen dick drove in and out of me hungrily clutching pussy until the blood-engorged head collided with me cervix deep inside with every powerful in-fuck.

Then suddenly, I shivered beneath him. "Oooooohhh!" I cried "Ooooohhh, yessss, I'm cummmmmiiinnng . . . ooooooohhhh! I'm cuummmmiinnng! " With a deep-throated groan me body stiffened and began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum gushing from the throbbing passage and drowning Seenu's hugely impaling member with its slippery heat.

Then Seenu went berserk as I grunted out with my mind-shattering cum against his heated cock, my body jerking spasmodically up against him.

His harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of my trembling ass hard up against his grinding pelvis and he rammed his exploding hardness all the way to the hilt into the depths of me wildly sucking cunt.

I thought my insides were about to split as I felt the head of the deep-sunk prick flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear into my belly. Then, suddenly, he erupted, his thick hot liquid shooting deep up into my wildly stretched womb, mixing deliciously with my own pussy juices. my mind whirled in a seemingly endless cum as the burning, powerful gush surged deep inside me, filling me to an overflowing lash with its hot slick whiteness.

The hot, drenched walls of my cunt clasped and unclasped around it, working and milking his rod as though trying to milk him dry, Cum juice flowed wetly out around his still fucking cock, flooding wetly over his balls and the base of his prick as he fucked relentlessly up into me and as I breathed in short, desperate gasps, their mingled juices flowing in unchecked spurts down between my writhing legs.

Reaching frantically back between my thighs with both hands to milk desperately at his lewdly dancing balls, I felt the giant cock still continuing to throb and flex, jerking its completion in hot white spurts, filling me womb and further soaking the cum-drenched pussy hair it was buried in. "Ooooohhh . . . feels . . . so . . . ooooooodddd . . .!" I screamed.

The starving inner folds of my cunt sucked fiercely at the lurching cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk and lay limp inside my nakedly quivering belly. The exhausted Seenu collapsed across my body, feeling my insides still gushing forth around his rapidly deflating prick.

At last, I too gave a final jerk and trembled to stillness. my firm perfectly sculpted body felt drained of everything, my belly filled to the bursting point with their hot slippery cum juices. Seenu lay still for a moment, trying to recover his strength, and then slowly pulled his softened cock out of me totally sated pussy.

He could see the soaking wet slit of my cunt glistening wetly, the insides of me thighs heavily smeared with the white hot juice that dripped in tiny rivulets out of me pussy to form a wet, lewd pool beneath me.

My father in law was a passive spectator – totally spent.

Next day I gave up my plans to join Venkat back in Goa and stayed on in Gollaprollu – schemed and succeeded in screwing up Seenu's married life – his wife left him in a few months and he became my total slave with all his businesses now in my control...

Raja Rao once again just looked on.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Why Is Sex Like Riding A Bike?

Why Is Sex Like Riding A Bike?
1. You have to keep pumping if you want to get anywhere.

2. It's best to wear protective head-gear when going into unfamiliar territory.

3. You can do it with no hands, but it's best not to try it until you have a lot of experience.

4. It's easier to learn with the help of someone who has a lot of experience.

5. You can do it by yourself, but it's usually not as much fun.

6. It's usually hard to control your speed the first few times you try.

7. It's best to have a soft place to land.

8. You don't need any special clothing, but you can get some if you are really into it.

9. If you're with someone who is having trouble keeping up, it's usually best to slow down and wait for them.

10. Most people think it looks easy until they try it for the first time.

11. Once you learn, you never forget how.

12. If you fall off get right back on.

13. If you get a flat, try pumping it back up.

14. Remember to signal before you change direction.

15. Make sure that you've got a firm grip.

16. Sometimes it's nice to have a cushy seat.

17. Once you're over the top, you can just coast the rest of the way.

18. That's why some of them are called Mountin' Bikes.

Health is not the absence of disease

Health is not the absence of disease ... it is a universal good condition on all levels--physical, emotional and mental. Naturopathic Medicine is a distinctively natural approach to health and healing that recognizes the integrity of the whole person. Disease or "dis-ease" is defined as a lack of health. Disease results when any cell is not functioning 100% of its designed duty whether due to trauma, toxicity, lack of communication or a combination thereof. Disease is due to stress. Whether due to ignorance or laziness, exposing the body to stress will produce a diseased state of the body. Stress is the only means of tearing down health resulting in disease, our bodies paying the price for violating the laws of nature (our wrong doings). We do not "catch" a disease or illness, we earn it. We must "work" for disease.
Disease is nothing more than the body responding to the wrong we have done to it. It is the body's attempt at keeping us alive in response to the wrongs we have inflicted on our bodies. Pathological changes are the cell's response to stress. These changes or compensations allow the body to survive - maintain homeostasis - as long as the stress continues. These tissue changes which result in disease, are the outward manifestation of internal compensation to stress. Until the cause is removed, the condition will remain in one form or another.

The word "holistic" means "whole". In providing holistic care, the therapist addresses you or your animal not only from the point of view of its disease, but also considers what may have caused the condition. There are many levels to look at: lifestyle, dietary habbits, emotions; these may all have a relationship with the symptoms you observe. Believe it or not, our body knows how we got sick, why we got sick and how to heal us. The reason it doesn't do so is because of the stresses that we put in the way

"Everyone has a doctor in him or her; we just have to help it in its work. The natural healing force within each one of us is the greatest force in getting well. Our food should be our medicine. Our medicine should be our food. But to eat when you are sick, is to feed your sickness." Hippocrates, Greek physician (460 BC - 377 BC).

"You cannot poison your body into health with drugs, chemo or radiation. "Health" can only be achieved with healthful living." T.C. Fry

Thursday, November 18, 2010

My parents


My parents

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Friendship

























When I was little,
I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
And then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,
God would show you the best in many friends.

One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man.
Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom.
Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children and their activities.
Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.
One friend will say, 'Let's cry together,'
Another , 'Let's fight together,'
Another , 'Let's walk away together.'

One friend will meet your spiritual need,
Another your shoe fetish,
Another your love for movies,
Another will be with you in your season of confusion,
Another will be your clarifier,
Another the wind beneath your wings.

But whatever their assignment in your life,
On whatever the occasion,
On whatever the day,
Or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back,
Or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself .
Those are your best friends

It may all be wrapped up in one woman, But for many, it's wrapped up in several..
One from 7th grade,
One from high school,
Several from the college years,
A couple from old jobs,
On some days your mother,
On some days your neighbor,
On others, your sisters,
And on some days, your daughters.

Mariah Carey - Hero

Mariah Carey - Hero

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IA3ZvCkRkQ&feature=player_embedded

Sissel Kyrkjebø - You`ll Never Walk Alone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2s8kagz43E&feature=player_embedded

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

women

In case you didn't know....
Women are Angels



And when someone breaks there wings....
They simply continue to fly....


On a broomstick....


They are flexible like that.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

World's Strongest Dog Pulls Tractor

World's Strongest Dog Pulls Tractor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37VGzE1DIWs&NR=1

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Pope week on Facebook

Pope week on Facebook

2010-10-07 14:59
WASHINGTON, Wednesday 6 October 2010 (AFP) - Think you know a thing or two about Pope Benedict XVI? Then log onto Facebook next week and you could be a winner.

OK, maybe it's not of a trip to the Vatican. But you could win a copy of a new book about the pope by taking part in "Pope Culture Week," a competition on the Facebook page of the US Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB).

Every week day next week, the USCCB will ask its Facebook fans -- of whom there were nearly 22,000 as of Wednesday -- a question about the life and teachings of Pope Benedict XVI.

The first person to give the correct answer in the comment box beneath the question will win a copy of a book about the pontiff, with forewords by King Abdullah II of Jordan and Israeli President Shimon Peres.

It's not clear if copies will be signed by the leader of the world's billion Roman Catholics, or by either foreword contributor.

Though the Roman Catholic church isn't usually associated with social networks, next week's competition will not be a first foray into the new-wave communication medium by the church or individual clergy members.

The USCCB tweets live from its general assembly meetings, and an Australian nun tweets on behalf of saint-in-waiting Mary MacKillop, whom Benedict put on course to become Australia's first saint.

There's even a pope app on Facebook, called Pope2You, which allows users to receive messages from the pontiff.

And the pope himself has urged priests to go forth and tweet, blog and post on Facebook.

"Priests are ... challenged to proclaim the Gospel by employing the latest generation of audiovisual resources (images, videos, animated features, blogs, websites)," the octogenarian pontiff said in a message in May to mark World Communications Day.

Kooky 2010.10.07
http://www.kooky.com.my/node/2870

eminem-'97 bonnie and clyde [lyrics]

eminem-'97 bonnie and clyde [lyrics]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDQv54NwqX0&feature=player_embedded

Herbs & Flowers

Butterfly Weed


















Burdock















Catnip











Dandelion









Chickweed

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Portrait of a Friend

Portrait of a Friend



I can't give solutions to all of
life's problems, doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you and
together we will search for answers.













I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain, nor the future with it's untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your
feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand
that you may grasp it
and not fall.
















Your joys, triumps, success,
and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.















I can't prevent you from
falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you,
talk to you, and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you, But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.



















I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting, But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.


I can't tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Friday, October 22, 2010

The time is now



The time is now
To make it right
The time is now
To put up a fight
The time is now
To be your best
The time is now
To take the test
The time is now
To persevere
The time is now
To have no fear
The time is now
To look within
The time is now
So let's begin.

My heart tells me




















My heart tells me
My heart tells me
What I need to see
My heart tells me
What I ought to be
My heart tells me
To look within myself
My heart tells me
I'm like no one else
My heart tells me
I'm one of a kind
My heart tells me
That I'm not blind

Whose hands is it?


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Most Beautiful Advice

Most Beautiful Advice

An Angel says, 'Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice.'



1. Pray
2. Go to bed on time.
3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.
4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health.

5. Delegate tasks to capable others.
6. Simplify and unclutter your life.
7. Less is more.. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)
8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.




9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together.
10. Take one day at a time.
11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety . If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it.
12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases.



13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.
14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.
15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.



16. Carry the HOLY QURAN or Bible or religion book with you to read while waiting in line.
17. Get enough rest.
18. Eat right.
19 Get organized so everything has its place.



20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life.
21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.
22. Every day, find time to be alone.
23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray.
24. Make friends with Godly people.



25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.
26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good 'Thank you GOD.'
27. Laugh.
28. Laugh some more!
29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.
30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).

31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).
32. Sit on your ego.
33 Talk less; listen more.
34. Slow down.
35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.
36 Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU.



'If God is for us, who can be against us?'

Share this to people that you wanted God to bless....
I picked you

This Is so real!!!!

This Is so real!!!!


MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.

So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6

Friday, October 15, 2010

Friend


My Friend

CUP

Dog in the Cup