Let me start with Honey’s expression and description .I am Honey. My mom-26 Yrs.My Dad- 27 Yrs.My Twin brothersMy grandma (My mom’s elder sister)-...2 Yrs.My grandpa- 57 Yrs.My great grandma (mother of my mom and grandma)-56 YrsMy great Grandpa-57 Yrs.Except last two members we all are staying near a village at Kanyakumari having huge gold and diamond business.Child marriage has not been banned by the Govt. in those days.Last two members my great grandpa and great grandma staying near Munar ,. Moving to his room, he changed quickly; in place of his customary dark attire, he donned some simple brown breeches, a white shirt, and a well-made but discreet coat, before making his way outside. Stopping to look either way up the street, breathing in the slight fog that was forming, he moved off in the opposite direction that Benjamin had taken. Before long, he was ambling through the verdant avenues of Hyde Park, looking for all the world like an ordinary man out for a stroll. Only his eyes. “That’s a lovely idea, sweetheart, but I obviously don’t have on the right clothes and I didn’t see a bathing suit in your bag, which is in the truck…” “Who needs bathing suits!?” She replied. In one quick motion, she had kicked her Nikes and her socks off, and was grasping at her shirt, tugging it over her head before it landed on top of her shoes. I tried to avert my eyes, but it was no use. She wiggled her hips back and forth as she pulled her yoga pants down to her ankles and kicked those. Maine nighty utari usne bra nahi pehni thi… Unka milky white boobs and pink nipples mujhr pagal kar raha tha….Maine zor zor se dabaya and fir muh me rakh k chusa…Nd nipples ko daat se kata…Unke muh se sssiiishh. Aaahhhh….Ooooh awaz aarhi thi.Unse apna hath mere lund pe sehlana shuru kia… and mera t-shirt utara and jeans bhi… Fir mera underwear utara… and mere lund ko muh me lekar chusne lagi…..Mujhe toh lag raha tha ki mai asman me urr raha hu….Fir maine unhe roka aur mai kitchen se chocolate.