Ye meri pehli kahani hai jo bilkul sach hai aap ise mane ya na mani ye bilkul sachi ghatna hai.Ab main story par aata hoon.Mera naam arun hai,main avi...engnring college ka student hoon.Ye kahani aaj se do saal pehle ki hai jab main ne class 12 ka board exam diya thaa,aur mei chutti thi.Mere ghar mein main, mumy ,aur papa rehte hain.Ek din papa apni breifcase khol kar kuch kaam kar rhe thay main ,aur mumy wahin par khade thay,papa k brief case mein ek packet thi, main ne papa se pucha ye kya. She kissed us Dennis on his lips and his bell end saying, “one last time,” then she kissed Nan, telling her to “look after my boys!” Finally, to me, saying, just the one Phrase, “thanks it`s been a ball!” We stood, tearful, bewildered, then she was the one who fetched the cuffs, and the cords, we as if in a dream, pottering about till, she brought us up sharp, with a brisk “oh do buck up you lot, I need this, so get on and give me a fantastic morning to remember forever!” With that she hopped. ”“Oh yes, a new one. I’m sure you will approve.”“Will I now… It's as if you only model to get my approval.”“Well, this definitely will… there isn’t much coverage, shall we say.”“Are you flirting with me, Jo?”“Oh no, just warning you, that when I come out, I want the shoot done quickly, then I went you inside me.”“That will be arranged… now hurry up and get changed round that corner. I will have the props out quickly.”Jo had been fucking Jean-Pierre for a couple of months. The fortnightly. Something about her was familiar, like she was some B-grade Nashville country royalty ... a voice I must have heard on the radio a hundred times before, but couldn’t quite now identify.She must have been someone ... there was a small cable TV crew up in front, recording the show with two cameras. Probably for broadcasting this Christmas show later on some minor cable network, like tomorrow night, Christmas Eve or even Christmas Day itself. Their producer, a chunky short middle-aged gal looked.