Fir ek din, jab hum sex kar ke bedroom se nikal rahe the, toh Iyer ne hame pakad liya, aur woh gussa ho gaya ki main Tapu se pyaar karne lagi hoon.Boh...t manaane ke baad Iyer maan gaya jab maine usse kaha ki main uske boss ko chodke uska promotion karwa dungi. Kafi saal ho gaye hai Tapu ki virginity ko liye hue. Lekin aaj bhi hum har Somwaar ko milte hai aur pyaar karte hai.[Babita Ji apni kahani khatam karti hai]Roshan bhabhi hasti hai aur kehti hai, “Babita Ji, aap toh baap aur bete, dono se. He groggily gets up and makes his way to the closet as I make my way downstairs to the kitchen where our mom was. She kisses me on the cheek and lays down a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. As she walks back to the stove, I watch her ass wiggle in her robe that she was wearing. At age the age of thirty-six, she was still a looker. Strawberry blonde hair, around 5'10, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny either. She had tits that just begged to be sucked, around 36c or so, and had only a. I grabbed the showerhead and pointed it at the wall before turning on the warm water.“Let me soap up the sponge,” I said, handing him the showerhead.Once that was done, I gave him the sponge and got the showerhead again. I ran the stream of water on his body but was careful not to wet the cast. He began soaping himself up while I moved the showerhead around to his back and down his legs. I then came back to his front and wet from his feet up to his belly button, avoiding aiming the showerhead. We are the Silent Generation.We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are also the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to lard to shoes to stoves.We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans for the war effort.We collected scrap iron.