Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. I recognized straight away that it was Venkatesh uncle. He lived 3-4 houses away from ours and a good friend of dad. He was sitting on a plastic chair. My ammi was on her knees, blowing him. Oh shit! What a scene it was. He was holding her head and enjoying her sucking with closed eyes.He was moaning slowly due to pleasure. He had spread his legs wide. Now let me tell you about Venkatesh uncle. He was almost the same age or a bit older than dad. But he had maintained himself well and used to.Read More
