Shobha: Hahaha! Woh kyu?Main poora khul kar bola: Jab dekho mera khada karwate rahte ho aur poochte ho kyu.Shobha: Hahaha! Mujhe pata hai tumhara abhi...mujhe dekh achche se khada hoga.Main: Kya bhabhi, kyu karte ho aisa zulm mujh par?Bhabhi mere sar ke balo par hath phirati hui boli: Hahaha! Maza aata hai mujhe tumhe aise pagal karne mein.Main: Ek din sachme pagal ho jaunga aisa hi chala to.Bhabhi mere hath se jhadu li aur mere tang par halke se mar kar boli: Ghabrao mat jab zyada pagalpan ho. “I’d been hoping that we could make this work, but last night, when we danced, you told me that you were angrier than I knew. I looked up those fights online after I went upstairs and watched them on my phone. I’d seen the televised one at Cecilia’s, but I didn’t really pay attention to your other fight. It was ... violent. Disturbingly violent.”“What did he do?” Arthur asked, speaking up. Barb got her phone out and found the clip, playing it for her father. He watched the fight and shook his. He interrupted me as his hands cupped my crotch area. My tiny cock and balls were tucked up between my legs, perfectly concealed by my slutty black thong. 'Oh don't worry, I know what you are' he said. 'Smaller than I thought' he said as he caressed my tiny cock through my thong. 'I knew all along you were a little tranny whore' he whispered in my ear as he pulled my thong down. It fell to my ankles and I kicked it aside, as my tiny cock and balls plopped out into the open. My tiny two inch. " "Well, I sort of laughed and a said to him, "you know what, I will dance with you" "Well what did he look like honey?" I asked my wifeShe replied "oh he was just a bit taller than you, with brown and grey hair, I would say close to our age, and yes he was handsome."I laughed and grinned knowing the type of man my wife likes to look at, and said to her, "ok go on please" "So we danced a fast song, he asked my name, not talking much, and then a slow song came on. I thought that we would head.