Uski behen to jaise sadiyon ki pyaasi thi , uss ne mere lund ko haat main le liye aur apna thook uss par lagaya aur muth maarne lagi main bhi garam th... maine usski choochiyan bahar nikaal li aur apne daaton se unko bina kisi mercy ke kaatne laga woh dard se chilaane lagi maine kaha raand abhi toh chilla rahi hai baad main choosne ko kahegi teri behen se pooch kya mast choosta hoon main boobs aur chut woh boli mujhe chudna acha lagta hai lehle mere boobs chodo aur phitr choot aur gaand choda. "So Stacy, tell me more about you. Where did you grow up?" I asked her."Well, I grew up in Dallas, but when I got married my husband was transferred here to Arkansas." Stacy replied. Stacy spent the next 45 minutes or so telling me more about herself. Our food came and we enjoyed our meal. I occasionally dropped my hand down on her thigh but we kept to conversation friendly. I did this to keep her guessing as to what and when something else might come. "How often do you go to the gym?" I asked. Thanks for everything."Thursday and Friday were repeats of previous weeks, with the exception of David's visit to the JCC. The set-up was as Paul surmised, and David was able to get a plan for his first two weeks' exercises.He would mix jogging with the different weight machines, keeping track of how he felt after lifting the recommended weights and reps. The guy promised to watch David's form the first few days to make sure he didn't pick up any bad habits. Others would volunteer to spot. You are still hurt and shocked and plain hung over." She paused to check that I was listening to her, "Look, I'm going to Mum and Dad's; I need to tell them some of where we are. I may need them in the coming weeks. Why don't you get some more rest, and some food inside of you and a shower and change of clothes while I'm gone. I'll be back at about eight o'clock this evening and we can talk then."She leaned in and gave me a kiss, just gently on the cheek and she stood up and was gone.I smiled.