I’m Micky(nick name) Choudhary. I’m from HARYANA. My birth place is ROHTAK and currently living in JHAJJAR.Pyaari si pyaasi chooto ko hum sab ke l...do ka salaam. Umeed hai ki sabki chooton ko time pe koi na koi loda jarur mil rha hoga. Agar nhi mil rha hai ya fir koi AUNTY, BHABHI, LADKI (no age boundation) shantust nhi hai to wo mughe contact kar sakte hai. Me yakeen dilata hu ki aapki shantusti se badh kar mere liye koi cheez maaine nhi rakhti, kyunki isme mera bhi swarth hai. And I also. Ashley was smiling and then as we looked at each other she suggested, “Wanta go to my bedroom?”Smiling, I immediately agreed, and as we started to stand up, I pulled my boxers back up and quickly leaned forward grabbing my pants off the floor. Ashley smiled and then taking my hand, she led us down a short hallway. I was nervously excited as we headed toward her room, but along the way she enthusiastically pointed out a bedroom on the right, a small bathroom on the left, and then a door to her. Whenever mom is away for a day or so in connection with her social works engagements; I intentionally wear a sleeveless, low neck V cut mini shirt with a boxer short at home to give a stunning display of my womanhood; particularly revealing my belly button, busty melons and upper part of my ass crack to papa. Sometimes I did notice my papa’s eyes fixed at the cleavage of my breasts while talking to me and then enjoying the view of my concaved belly through the corners of his eyes; but I am not. “I’m this levels receptionist, Mabel,” she said warily.“I am the Mayor. Where is the Deputy-Mayor?” I asked in a cool voice. I was starting to become very annoyed.She frowned, “We don’t have a Mayor. It’s an honorary position held by some old bloke who calls himself a bull and supposedly owns this city,” she replied.“How about I bring you up to date since apparently, you work for me. The old bloke who once owned this city died when I shoved a horn into his groin and opened him up. I have been a.