."Erotic fiction. Eve, you're the first person I've told. It's not that I'm ashamed of what I write, but Jill wouldn't understand. She'd consider it p...rnography and think I had lost my mind. If..." Marvelous! My big brother is a dirty old man," she said giggling. "Well, I love erotica. My first husband and I used to read the Penthouse Letters in bed together, and then fuck like bunnies. While I'm showering, you pick out a story. Now leave me, so I can wash that fat lady's stink away."Well, that. Wo mujhe dekh k smile karti. Main v smile kar deta .Phr main use patane laga jab mera cabin saaf karti toh us se baat karta use thik se baat v na karna ata tha bahat sharmati thi. Main use uski family ke bare min puchta ki koun koun hain. Boli wo uska pati aur uski saas. Maine use kaha ki tera pati tujhe pa kar bht khus hoga maine use kaha teri age kya hai usne kaha 19 maie himmat karke keh dia tera ati tujhe toh masal deta hoga kyn ke tu bahat asin hai wo sharma gayi. Maine ise green signal. She was mature, in her late fifties/early sixties, decent body, and gorgeous long platinum silver hair. If she were dressed up, she'd be a head turner. Also, from her autos and address, she had money. Carla began to ask me a question. "What kind of car should I get"? I replied, "What kind do you want?" She responded, "I don't know?" "If it was me, I'd get a convertible. Don't act your age, enjoy your life!" Carla said, "You drive an SUV." "The Camaro convertible is at home, in the garage, and. Cupping my breasts. On the inside of my thighs spreading me open - like you own it. Oh but you do own it. Almost like you feel my stare, you turn your head to look at me. A small smile forms on your face. Your eyes twinkle. I know that twinkle. You’re feeling naughty. Your hand grabs mine and you sweetly kiss the back of my hand. You take the exit on the highway, pushing on the gas pedal to make the engine come alive. God, you know how much speed and power turns me on. A thrill runs through.